Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 163885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 656(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 656(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
“Now, baby, relax into it. Give yourself to me. Let me have you. Just let go.” He flicked her clit hard with his finger, stroked caresses with his thumb. Her eyes were on his as the first powerful wave took her.
It washed over her, a long series of ripples that shook her and gave him more wild strawberry honey he couldn’t resist. “Again, Seychelle. You have to be ready for me.”
He used the edge of his teeth, raking her clit, and she cried out his name, her hips bucking, body thrashing. He simply caught her cheeks in his hands and lifted her to his mouth so he could eat her like the starving man he was. More than anything, he wanted to show her that every time with him, no matter what they were doing, she was going to feel intense pleasure, that he could rock her world and he’d take care of her. This time he took her up fast, her body coiling tighter and tighter, while he ate that delicious brand of wild that was his alone. She was close. So close.
He loved the sounds she made. The little mewling cries. The way his name sounded like music. Like worship. Like love. He lifted his head. “Now, baby. Let go for me. Again.” He used his tongue and fingers ruthlessly, sending her over the edge, letting the powerful orgasm take her over. He held her hips down while she nearly convulsed with pleasure, sobbing his name, her nails in his back, in his shoulders. His wild woman. His.
“Again, baby. We’re going again.”
“I can’t. It will kill me.” She could barely get the words out.
Her breathing sounded ragged. Her tits rose and fell rapidly. Her head thrashed on the pillow, her eyes shocked but dark with desire and wide with lust.
“So good, it feels so good, doesn’t it?” He said. “I need you slick and hot, baby, when I’m inside you.”
He didn’t wait. He slid her legs over his shoulders, standing so her bottom was off the bed. Swatting her ass until her cheeks were hot added to his arousal, and evidently hers as well. More hot cream leaked out of her pussy. He brought her pussy to his mouth so he could devour her the way he wanted.
Seychelle writhed and cried out, her nails raking him as he paid more attention to her inflamed clit. Dipping his fingers in her honey, he began to paint between her cheeks, claiming every inch of her body for his own. He stroked that little star and pushed in to his knuckle, lapping at the fresh flood of liquid that came in response as he made his demands on her body.
He couldn’t take it another minute. Not one more fucking second. Pulling back, he wiped his face on her thighs and yanked her to the very edge of the bed. He was already standing, his cock in his hand, skin stretched so tight, tighter than it had ever been, just from the few faint marks of his possession. He looked down at her, those perfect tits, her nipples that stood out so beautifully for him, that tucked-in waist that led to her bare mound. He knew when he laid his patterns, when his stripes decorated her body, his cock would roar.
He lodged the sensitive head between the pulsing fire of her pussy lips. She was saturated, and yet so tight. “Look at me, Seychelle. I’m going to take you hard, baby. Bury myself deep inside you. You’re going to feel me all the way in your throat. So fucking deep.”
“Yes. I want you so much. Hurry, Savage.” She whispered it, trying to push herself onto him.
He waited until he had her eyes fully focused on him and then he slammed home. Drove right through those tight folds. He met resistance all the way, but there was no stopping him—or her. Her channel was slick and scorching hot. Gripping him like a thousand fingers made of silk. He threw back his head and roared with pure ecstasy.
She was so tight, milking his cock each time he withdrew and plunged back. The friction was incredible, dragging over the terrible scars, scars he’d thought would make it so he couldn’t feel, but instead he felt so much more. He was that much more sensitive to her—to the grip of her silken muscles constricting him like a vise—massaging his cock again and again in that tight, hot clasp.
He tried to stay in control. He wanted her first time to be beautiful and amazing, but he could barely think straight. A red haze was in his mind. Thunder clapped in his ears. His balls drew up tight, burning, a sensation he’d never experienced before. Fire raced down his spine.
He angled Seychelle’s body so he could put more pressure on her clit, on her sweet spot. She had to be close. Her breathing was ragged. Her moaning was constant. Her body shuddered around his—clamped down like a vise as if he was an invader and she wasn’t about to let him get away. He felt that long, silken tunnel like a fist of tongues stroking his cock, squeezing and milking him, sucking him dry.