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)
And now, don’t you dare embarrass yourself, asshole. Or disappoint her.
But, fuck, his need for her right now was at a level fifteen out of a scale of one to ten.
She looked perfect in his bed.
Like she belonged there.
He shook that startling thought from his head and ran the head of his cock through her wet folds—once, twice—before planting one hand into the mattress to hold his weight and shoving his other arm under her hips to tilt them up.
With a dip of his head, he locked eyes with her and with a single thrust, he powered deep.
Once fully seated, he had to pause, but only for a second. When she wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips even higher, he threw caution to the wind and went full bore.
Her hot, wet core rippled around his length as he drove into her over and over. Taking her mouth, he captured her endless groans, only giving them back to her when her fingernails tore at the skin of his back.
But she wouldn’t be the only one to leave marks behind.
After sucking one nipple into his mouth, he moved to the other for a few seconds before tucking his face between the generous amount of flesh bouncing wildly with each thrust. He then picked a target on the inner curve of her breast…
It started with a simple kiss before changing to his tongue drawing patterns along her smooth skin. But that was about to change…
He opened his mouth wider, and slowly sank his teeth in. Just hard enough to leave slight indentations behind.
“Deck— Owen,” she moaned, driving her fingers into his hair again, not to pull him away, but to force him to stay right there. He moved his mouth to another spot untouched and once again left his mark behind.
Doing so made his cock become heavier and thicker. She made him so goddamn hard that it caused a sweet discomfort amidst the heady pleasure.
Fisting his hair even tighter, she moved him to the other breast. He took that as a sign of encouragement and scraped his teeth roughly over the very tip of her nipple before sucking it deep within his mouth, circling the areola with his teeth and clamping down.
“Yessss, Owen. Oh my God… Yessss.”
He lifted his head and examined his handiwork before taking her mouth for a long, deep kiss, breaking their connection only to snag her bottom lip tightly between his teeth. Not hard enough to puncture it but enough to make her moan and her fingers flex in his hair. Then he went about conquering her mouth as he continued to roll his hips like a calm morning tide.
Gliding all the way in until he could go no farther, he’d pause for a split second, grind deep, then glide all the way out again until only the tip remained inside her.
He ignored her whimper of complaint because there was nothing more he wanted to do than pound her hard until he came. But he also wanted it to last a bit longer. He owed her at least one more orgasm.
This time, anyway. He’d make up for his cockiness next time, once he had more stamina.
He drew a path with his tongue from her bottom lip, down her chin and planted his lips on her neck. When he sucked her tender skin, her pussy pulsed around his cock, pulling him even deeper and driving him out of his goddamn mind.
He continued to suck, the vibrations of her groans vibrating against his lips.
When he finally raised his head, he saw it. The dark circle he left behind.
For a second, he had a flashback of being in the eighth grade and leaving hickeys behind on every girl he made out with.
Back then, a badge of honor. A way to show he’d scored.
Now it was more along the lines of conquering a foreign land, planting a flag and claiming it as his own.
Decker was here.
Maybe subconsciously he did it to give his brothers a message. Hands off, fuckers. She’s mine.
How messed up was that?
But then, men did stupid shit when it came to women. It could be due to a lack of blood to the brain once it all went south.
That was his story and he was sticking to it.
Either way, she said and did nothing to stop it. And there was no way she didn’t know exactly what he was doing while he was doing it. The same way she was aware of what he was doing when he left the shapes of crescent moons on her tits.
She knew.
She didn’t care.
Of course, that made it all the hotter.
The same as her leaving scratches behind on his back.
She knew.
She didn’t care and neither did Decker.
Right now all he cared about was taking her where she needed to go so he could follow her since his energy was quickly waning.