Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
For fuck’s sake, yes, he could live with that. The woman was sucking his cock like she’d been lost for days in a desert and he was her only water source.
He would gladly hydrate her. Among other things.
She gently squeezed his sac as she practically swallowed his full length. He grabbed her ponytail in his fist and every time she took him all the way to the root, his grip had to create a harsh pull on her scalp, but not once did she stop. In fact, she sped up to the point where he had to cry mercy.
“Mel…” he groaned in warning.
Now it was her eyes tipping up to his strained face.
“As much as I’d love to let loose in your mouth, I’d rather do it deep inside you. At least this time… Another time…”
She released him with a wet pop. “Another time.”
Thank fuck she would give him that. He already was afraid he’d never get enough of her. She was that addictive.
Sexy as fuck. Unashamedly sexual, too.
Independent. Smart. Driven.
Fucking perfect.
After one last lick up his thick ridge, she moved to straddle his waist. Once she did, his focus automatically landed on her pussy since her damp curls pressed against his skin and the heat of her slick pussy seared him and definitely tempted him.
His nostrils flared and his mouth watered when he picked up her warm, sweet scent. He wanted to bury his face between her thighs and get lost forever.
Another time. Right?
“I think you’re the first blonde I’ve been with who’s actually a true blonde,” he murmured, stroking the tightly trimmed hairs decorating the top of her mound.
“It’s in the blood.”
He slipped a finger between her folds to find her slick clit pulsating. Proof she was as ready as he was. “What kind of blood?”
“Scandinavian.”
He lifted his head. “Pure?”
“Half. My mom’s side.”
When she leaned forward, her piercings brushed along his skin, making his cock twitch and a translucent string of precum to connect the tip to his hip.
But she wasn’t done with him yet.
He desperately held tightly to his patience through every brush of her lips and scrape of her nails along his heated skin. She wasn’t counting his freckles, but trying to play “connect the dots” with her tongue, instead.
As much as he wanted to hurry up, flip her onto her back and drive himself to the hilt inside her, he made himself wait. Told himself to be patient. Reminded himself the wait would be worth it. That the delay would only make the moment he slid inside her even more intense.
He jerked and every muscle tensed when she nipped at his right nipple, but he was prepared when she did the same to the left.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he forced himself to suck in a deep breath to try to cool the raging fire inside him as she continued to explore.
Only he wasn’t sure if he could temper his want of her. He wanted to be inside her right fucking now but he was also enjoying everything about what she was doing.
For fuck’s sake, he was torn. Patience, asshole. You’ll be where you want to be soon. Just have some fucking patience. Don’t make it a sprint, make it a marathon.
When she rose to her knees again, he managed to keep his hands to himself, only touching her with his eyes, instead.
He must have missed it when she released her ponytail since her blonde hair now curtained her face as she shifted forward and tipped her chin enough to stare down at him.
A smile crept across her face and her bluish-green eyes held a naughty gleam.
Fuck yes…
Nice was overrated. Naughty was his preference.
Dirty would be even better. And he had no doubt this woman could get downright filthy.
He was here for it. If not tonight, then another night. Because he already knew this second time wouldn’t be enough. A third or fourth time wouldn’t be, either.
Mel was not the typical woman he normally fell into bed with.
That should worry him.
It didn’t. And that should worry him, too.
Maybe tomorrow it would. But tonight?
Interlocking their fingers, she pinned his hands against the mattress, holding him down as she took his mouth. But only for a few seconds, giving him just enough to leave him wanting more.
“I need to fuck you, Mel.” No truer words.
“Soon,” she whispered into his ear before using the tip of her tongue to trace the outer shell. Her teeth snagged his earlobe, biting down hard enough he was afraid she’d pierce through it.
She brushed her lips down one side of his bearded jawline and up the other before heading back to his mouth.
With his lips parted in expectation of another dick-throbbing kiss, she stole his breath instead before giving it back to him along with her own.
No.
No more.
He was done with her toying with him. With her driving him out of his damn mind.