Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 115833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
I held on to him tightly, resting the back of my head against the cabinet as he pawed at my bra and forced the cups down. His mouth wrapped around my nipple, sucking, nipping, and he slowed his strokes, focusing on driving into me while simultaneously using his mouth to go from nipple to nipple.
There weren’t many words that could be spoken.
We were here, tangled in each other’s arms, and the thought of that sent a shot of euphoria through me.
Deke gripped my ass in his hands and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, burrowing deeper until a loud groan rocked through him. I felt him pulsing inside me, like his dick had taken a life of its own.
Our eyes connected, and his pupils dilated, and when I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, he grunted and pulled out with a deep moan, coming on the kitchen floor.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, stroking his dick as more come dribbled downward. “Fuck, Davina.”
I moaned, looking at him as he studied his glistening dick. His eyes shifted up to mine again, and he picked me up, carrying me to the living room.
“Are you going to clean that up?” I laughed.
“Later,” he said, laying my back on the edge of the nearest sofa. He dropped to his knees and lifted my legs so they hung over his shoulders.
Oh, goodness. Is he about to . . .
His hot tongue slid right through my pussy.
Yeah. He’s doing it.
A ragged breath burst out of me as he licked and sucked, focusing directly on my clit. There was no teasing this time, no delay. He went straight for it, pressing his tongue in and looping it round and round like he had something to prove.
“Deke,” I breathed. I gripped the top of his head, and he took that as an invitation to bury his face deeper. He made hungry noises, kissing noises, eating me like I was a meal he’d never had. It was enough to make me explode.
I clutched the upholstered couch with one hand and arched my back as I cried to the ceiling. The orgasm swept through me, and he swallowed it all down with deep little grunts, vibrating between my legs to finish me off.
I had to push his head away for him to pull back because it felt so incredible—too incredible. I was stuck in the kind of pleasure that overwhelmed me—the kind that pushed me into another universe and caused my eyes to roll to the back of my skull. It was the rare kind of orgasm that could make a woman cry.
When I came down, Deke placed my feet on the floor.
I gulped down a few breaths as he hovered above me and planted his large hands on top of the couch.
With a boyish smile, he asked, “You good, D-Baby?”
I couldn’t help laughing as I gave his chest a playful smack.
FORTY-NINE
DEKE
I don’t know what came over me when I saw Davina at that door. For a second there, I thought she wouldn’t come.
I came to the lake house that morning to mentally prepare myself for her arrival. I missed her, and I didn’t want to waste a single second, but as the clock ticked and the sun made its descent, I figured she wouldn’t show.
I tried swallowing my pride and accepting the loss before the night could end . . . but then I heard that doorbell ring, and I’d never jumped up so quickly. My heart was hammering, and I was as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning.
When I saw her, I wanted to cry, I shit you not. I’d never felt such relief, such joy.
After I finally cleaned my mess on the kitchen floor and helped her find her clothes, Davina went for a shower while I ordered dinner. When she came back down, the pizza boxes were set up in a row on the countertop, with a wine bottle freshly removed from the fridge and two cool bottles of water right next to it. She wore white shorts that I wouldn’t have exactly called shorts and a teal cropped tank top with no bra.
I fought a smile and cleared my throat as I grabbed two plates from the cabinet.
“What?” she asked, meeting me in the kitchen.
“Nothing.” I laughed anyway, like a dumbass.
“Deke, seriously? What’s funny?” she asked, her smile melting a bit.
“Nothing,” I tried again, placing the plates on the counter. “It just hit me how it was a waste of time for you to take a shower when those clothes are gonna come off again.”
She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and leaned over the counter. “We’ll see about that.”
I jerked a thumb over my shoulder, pointing to the deck. “I’ve got a fire going if you wanna eat outside.”
“Ooohhh. Yes, please.”