Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
"Then take me, Ronan," I breathe, stroking his cock. "Own me. I want it."
He growls again, stepping toward me. "Wrap your lips around the head of my cock then, songbird. Let's see how perfect that hot little mouth feels."
I obediently lean forward, flicking my tongue out to touch it to the head of his cock. His taste hits my system like a wrecking ball. He's salty, masculine. I moan and wrap my lips around him, eager for more.
"Ah, goddamn," he groans, his hand tightening in my hair as I lick all around the head, gathering every little bead of moisture I can find. "You're going to ruin me, aren't you? I know you are. You sing like a fucking angel and suck cock like you were born to do it."
I pull him deeper into my mouth, moaning around his length.
He growls, his hips moving restlessly, as if he wants to thrust but is trying to hold himself back. I wrap my hands around his thighs and tug, silently pleading with him to take what he wants. I want him to control this. I want him to take his pleasure from me. There's something sexy about the thought.
"You want this, songbird?" he asks, thrusting gently.
I moan, bobbing my head.
"Fuck," he groans, holding my hair in one fist as he pulls back slightly and then thrusts forward again. His erection slides deeper, stretching my mouth wide. I moan around him, urging him on. His eyes narrow to half-mast, glittering with lust.
"Christ, you look good with my dick in your mouth, Winter." He pumps his hips again, taking my mouth in shallow, steady thrusts. "Hollow your cheeks. Suck hard."
I try to obey, but he picks up the pace, gliding in and out of my mouth faster. The head of his cock touches the back of my throat and I gag around him, choking on him.
"Fuck," he groans, pulling back before he thrusts forward again. "I feel your throat closing around me." He does it again and then again, cursing every time I choke on him. His eyes blaze hotter and then hotter still, until staring at him feels like staring into the face of the sun. He loves it.
So do I. I lick and suck, reveling in the feel of him in my mouth. In the sounds he makes. In the way he trembles every time he touches the back of my throat. I work my hand up and down what doesn't fit in my mouth, trying to touch everywhere at once. And then his comment from earlier pops into my head. I slip my hand further back, fondling his balls again.
"Fuck!" he roars, his hand tightening in my hair. He holds my head still. "I warned you songbird. You didn't listen." He pushes forward, thrusting to the back of my throat. "Swallow."
I try, but only manage to choke on him again.
He eases off to let me breathe. "Again," he growls. "Swallow around me this time. Let me have what I want." He thrusts forward again, fierce, relentless. I gag on him again and he immediately backs off, his eyes glittering with lust. When he thrusts forward the third time, I manage to swallow at just the right time. He slips down my throat.
My eyes widen in shock.
His flare with triumph.
He rocks his hips, thrusting until I can't breathe and my eyes water, and then he backs off slightly. "Take a breath," he orders, his voice little more than a dark growl. "I'm going to fuck your perfect little throat."
Oh my god.
I suck in a breath, quivering in want.
He growls and lets go, rocking his hips into me until his balls nearly touch my chin. He holds himself there for a moment, pulsing his hips, cursing. I sob, clawing at his thighs, so turned on it physically hurts. He eases back for me to breathe and then thrusts forward again.
"Goddamn, songbird," he groans. "You feel so fucking good. Christ, I could do this to you all day." He pulses his hips again. "Look at how pretty you look with tears running down your face and my cock down your throat. Jesus" He runs his thumbs gently over my cheeks, his expression reverent and adoring. "So beautiful."
I moan around him.
He curses again and then pulls back, slipping from my lips. Before I can protest, I'm in his arms and he's storming toward the bedroom like the hounds of hell are nipping at his heels. I suck in a deep breath and then another, shaking in need. I think I'm coming apart at the seams.
"Ronan," I whimper, so turned on it's a little terrifying.
"I know," he growls. "I've got you, songbird."
As soon as we cross the threshold, he tosses me toward the bed. I bounce when I land. Before I even settle, he's on top of me, wrestling me to my back. His mouth comes down on mine in a punishing kiss. He devours my mouth, claiming it like he intends to possess it.