Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Brighton spun in my arms and blinked up at me with complete adoration. Her eyes were large and child-like, glassy with unshed tears.
“You would do that for her?”
“I’d do it for you,” I insisted. “And it’s probably best she doesn’t go back to Illinois.”
Her arms came around my waist and squeezed.
“God, I love you.”
My heart stuttered violently to life in my chest- like a car that had been left sitting too long. It always did when she said those words. I still found myself in a state of disbelief that she meant them half the time, but Brighton would never lie. She was too good for that.
Pushing her hair back over her shoulders, I kissed her tenderly, infusing myself with her essence. It always felt like I was stealing something from her whenever I did this, but she gave it so willingly. A tiny mew stole from her lips when she felt my heat against her belly, and she rubbed against me like a greedy little kitten.
“I need you,” she begged.
My resulting groan was buried in the thickness of her hair as I groped around for her tits. Subsequently, I found the softness of her throat with my lips and chased the familiar urge of exerting my dominance. I needed to mark her. Claim her. Prove she was mine in every way.
I walked her backwards until her legs hit the bed and eased her back. Then I just took a minute to let my eyes roam over her. She was so goddamn lovely, spread out like an offering against the black silk of the bed sheets. In a white bra and panties, no less. Her tits were ripe for the picking as they rose and fell in exaggerated breaths. She panted and whimpered, desperately swollen with my baby and a ferocious appetite for my cock.
I wanted to devour her.
Kneeling before her, I worshipped her body like the goddess she was. Mapping out her contours, my hands roved reverently about her breasts, her ribs, her stomach. So many things I wanted to do with her. Some items on the agenda would have to wait. Rough and tumble games I’d stow away for a rainy day. A day when the baby was already here, and I knew my dirty deeds wouldn’t cause harm. Perhaps while we worked on baby number two then?
I smothered my face against her panties and inhaled like a junkie. Fucking Christ, her scent. I’d try to put it into words, but they wouldn’t do it justice. You’d just have to take my word that it couldn’t be beaten. Already damp, the thin cotton material stuck to her skin, and I pressed my fingers against it to soak it further. Always wet for me, my little lotus flower. Ah, the things she did to me.
The animal in me stirred, and my teeth tugged on the elastic waistband. Apparently, it wasn’t hasty enough for my little fiend. Her hips arched up, and her fingers slid through my hair and tugged.
“Please, Ryland.”
Two distinct urges warred inside of me. I wanted to spank the shit out of her and put her in her place, but I also wanted to listen to her beg while she grinded on my face. Hm, quandaries, quandaries.
I settled on slipping the panties down her thighs and tossing them to the floor before diving in. Lapping at her arousal with raucous slurping noises, she rewarded me with more. Her pussy soaked my lips and face as I fucked her unabashedly with my tongue. It wasn’t a chore with Brighton. It was an insatiable need. A fix all its own to experience her this way. I tried to tell her as much, but my words were muffled by her squeezing her thighs around my head. My little pet was being greedy again.
I nipped at her clit in warning, and she gasped. She shot me her best pouty eyes, and I grinned up at her.
“You’ll get it when you get it,” I chastised her. “Or not at all if you keep pushing it.”
She whined, and I went back to work, finger fucking her pussy the way the dirty little hellion liked. I coveted every gasp and mewl she made, committing them all to memory. Her tits bounced when she jerked around the bed, her head shaking violently from side to side on the pillow as she muttered incoherent nonsense. One might in fact wonder if I was performing an exorcism. Heh.
So well I knew her body, her needs. I squeezed the fleshy part of her ass in my hands and tilted her pelvis just so. My fingers hooked inside of her, and she sobbed and lurched forward at the same time.
Her muscles tautened and contracted as she arced up off the bed, gripping the sheets in her fists. It was coming, and it was going to be a tidal wave. I buried my face between her legs and let it wash over me, soaking up everything she had to give. My name echoed off the walls of our bedroom, and I took a primitive satisfaction in the raw intoxication of her voice.