Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
But while this lasted—today, tomorrow, next week—it would be fun to play, and explore and test those limits.
She wasn’t a typical one-night stand. She woke up, ate and slept every day in the same house as him. She slept in his bed. Showered in his bathroom. Cooked in his kitchen. She’d be within reach whenever the urge struck. As he would be for her.
Within reason, of course, due to their work schedules and a spirited four-year-old.
He grunted when she planted both hands on his pecs and shoved. He went with it, letting himself fall backwards onto the mattress. She quickly followed, climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips. As tempted as he was to let her ride his cock like she had in the hot tub, that wasn’t on this morning’s agenda.
He had other plans.
With her hair falling around her face like a strawberry-blonde curtain and her blue eyes gleaming, she stared down at him. “Condom?”
He knew the exact moment she spotted the two he’d thrown on top of the nightstand earlier. With where they were on the bed, they were impossible for her to reach. It would need to be him, but he wasn’t ready for that yet.
He shook his head. “No. My way, not yours this time, remember? And I haven’t eaten you yet. I’m fucking starving and I’m ready for brunch.”
A flush bloomed up her chest and into her cheeks, and a short burst of breath puffed from her parted lips.
Hooking his leg around her, he rolled them, and as soon as she was on her back, he slid down her body, the friction against his throbbing cock making him want to say “fuck it” and just plunge inside her.
And forget the fucking foreplay.
But he had the need to taste her first. He needed to watch her squirm. Needed to see her back arch, throw her head back and hear the cries rising from her lips.
As soon as his knees hit the floor, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her toward him until her ass was at the very edge of the bed. He shoved her thighs apart even farther and, leaning forward, stuck his nose into the damp curls at the very top of her pussy.
While there, his eyes held hers as he took his time inhaling her intoxicating scent deep into his lungs. He did it again.
When he did it a third time, his tongue darted out and teased that very button, now swollen and firm, and so damn tempting. Pressing his lips there, he sucked as hard as he could, causing her body to bow off the bed and her hands to find purchase in his hair, now long enough for her to be able to grab handfuls and twist.
“Again,” she demanded.
This time he added a scrape of his teeth, causing her to whimper and buck against his arms as he held her legs down.
“Hold yourself open to me. Let me see you.”
Without even a question or hesitation, she released one handful of his hair and used two fingers held in a V to open herself to him.
Plump, pink and shiny.
Beautiful. Just like the rest of her.
He grabbed one ankle, then the other, and planted her feet on his shoulders. “Keep yourself open. No matter what.”
At that last order, she lifted her head. He let a slow smile creep across his face and then…
He dug in.
He took his time with this buffet. Savoring the meal. Tasting each dish. Inhaling the mouth-watering aroma.
All woman.
All Sloane.
A heady mix.
He took her to the edge, then pulled his mouth from her to leave her hanging there by kissing the soft skin of her thighs. Nuzzling the patch of trimmed light brown hair. Then he did it all over again.
He couldn’t get enough of the way she reacted to every touch of his tongue, his lips and his teeth.
Using the flat of his tongue, he stroked her folds, down one side and up the other. He used the tip to flick her clit. Then plunged the length inside her as far as he could.
“Don’t move from that spot,” he warned, releasing his grip on one hip so he could once again slide two fingers deep inside her.
Hot. Wet. Tight.
So damn tempting.
He fucked her hard with his fingers. Sucked her even harder. Appreciating every buck, every twist, every squirm.
When her fingers ripped at his hair, pulling his scalp sharply, he paused and tipped his face up. “Do you want me to stop?”
“You think that’s me wanting you to stop?” she yelled in frustration. Her head slammed back into the mattress. “Keep going!”
He muffled his chuckle by burying his face again between her soft thighs. Then quickly picked up again where he left off by driving his fingers home, over and over, while lapping up every drop of her arousal. He continued despite his cock throbbing intensely, his balls crying for mercy and beads of precum clung precariously from the very tip.