Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“You said I could touch you everywhere because it’s all mine.”
And he’d meant it…when he’d thought she would be shy and cautious, and therefore merciful. But not this siren all but floating on top of him, her mouth drifting to torment his other taut nipple before she started meandering down.
He sucked in a breath. “Oh, baby…”
Brea lifted her head, licked her lips, and smiled again. “That sounds almost like begging.”
It felt almost like begging. “I left you alone too long. Let me make you feel good.”
“You left to protect me. Let me show you how much I love you for it.”
When she kept pressing butterfly kisses down his abdomen, punctuating each by dragging her tongue along the ridges of his muscles as she kept sliding lower, he nearly jackknifed up, rolled her to her back, and shoved his face in her pussy.
But he didn’t…yet.
“What did you have in mind?” he finally panted out.
“I want to show you that when I’m hungry, you’re my favorite snack…” She breathed over the head of his cock.
One-Mile gasped and shoved his hands in her hair. “I’m getting that. Oh, hell. Yeah…”
She licked her way up his shaft, then glanced at him. She might be an angel, but she had the devil in her eyes tonight. “Good.”
Then she stopped talking…and he stopped fighting. Instead, as her lips pursed around him, he sank back into the bed with a long groan and closed his eyes. He wouldn’t be able to hold out long like this, but he’d warned her…
“Hmm.” She licked him like a lollipop, alternating long strokes and hard sucks.
He tensed, need coursing through his body like someone had supercharged his veins with lightning. A thick ache gathered, and her hand dropping to fondle his heavy balls didn’t help his struggle in the least.
“How about a little mercy?”
“No.”
He tightened his grip on her hair and meant to lift her mouth from his cock so he could take over again. Instead, he ended up showing her the exact pace he craved.
She took to giving him pleasure like she’d been born to bestow it, catching on to every silent cue he gave her. Soon, he was tensing, panting, thrashing under her slow, heavenly mouth as desire built and morphed into full-blown demand.
Shit, shit, shit. Brea had taken him right to the edge. He gritted his teeth to stave off the need, but she just kept coming at him with her soft, relentless determination.
As much as he’d love to go off now, he wanted to be with her.
“That’s enough.” He lifted her off of him with a growl, rolling her over again. He splayed his big body over hers so she couldn’t move. “I want you so fucking bad, but not like this. Not now.”
She licked her lips again and sent him a little pout. If she was trying to torment him, it was working. “It didn’t feel good?”
“You know it did, and I will let you suck me raw later if you want, but that’s not what I dreamed about when I made love to you in my mind over this last month.”
“What did you dream of?”
“First, you need to catch up with me.” He rose over her on his hands and knees.
“Catch up?”
He grasped her thighs in his hands and shoved them wider. “You need to be on the edge of orgasm, too. But I’m not a nice guy, so I may just make you scream instead.”
Before she could reply, he dove for her pussy, parted her delicate folds with his thumbs, and lapped her from her soaked opening to her hard clit. Teasing him had clearly aroused her. Good to know.
Under him, she cried out and twisted. He leaned in, settling more of his weight over her.
“I dreamed of this, too.” He swirled his tongue around her, shoving his fingers inside her, then nipped at her tender bud with his teeth. When her little yelp morphed into a moan, he gave her a dark smile. “I dreamed of making you take every dirty thing I’m desperate to give you.”
And then he stopped talking because he didn’t want another fucking thing to interfere with him consuming her. Sweet and tart and clean, everything about her flavor was so Brea. He wanted to bottle it. He wanted to bathe in it. He wanted it on his tongue always.
He wasn’t gentle and he wasn’t slow as he ramped her up until her cheeks turned red and her fingernails dug tiny pinpoints of pain into him. And still he didn’t let up, just kept devouring her until she squirmed and squealed and finally begged.
“Please, please, please…”
When he felt her clit pulse and she tugged on his hair, pulling him deeper into her pussy, she was finally aching the way he was. One-Mile jerked free from her hold and eclipsed her body with his as he aligned his crest at her opening.