Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
She did her best to stay with him as he continued to thrust upward, doing what the guys called face-fucking. He grunted each time he went deep, pulling her head down to meet each thrust.
She wasn’t sure she’d be able to do much more, worrying she might have to tap out, but after a couple more times, he growled that he was about to come.
When his body bowed off the bed, thick, hot fluid painted the back of her throat and she managed to swallow it all down and suck him clean before he pulled free.
She took a few seconds to catch her breath and it took him a few more to loosen the fingers locked in her hair and for him to melt back into the mattress. She climbed up his body again, letting her peaked nipples brush along his heated skin, until they were face to face.
She blinked down at him and he blinked up at her.
After a few more seconds, he whispered, “Christ, woman.”
She wanted to smile in triumph at his surprised but satisfied expression. She managed to keep an innocent, straight face. “Did you like that?”
“Loved it. Also hated it,” he said seriously, “’cause I can’t fuck you right now.”
“I think you got your dozen.”
“Yeah? And you got two dozen.”
“I did?” She unleashed her smile. “Some of them are just a blur.”
“You sayin’ they weren’t worth rememberin’?”
“We’ve just crammed a lot of fucking in a short amount of time.” It was one marathon she hadn’t minded being a participant in.
His lips twitched. “Yeah, we did. But we ain’t done yet.”
He brushed the hair away from her face. And once again, whenever he did that, his eyes flicked to her scar and his jaw tightened for a split second. If she wasn’t looking for it, she would have missed it.
“Wanna fuckin’ kiss you but not into tastin’ my own cum.”
“Pineapple.”
“What?”
“Fruit is your friend. Especially pineapple,” she explained. “The woman on the receiving end will thank you.”
He cocked one eyebrow at her. “And you know that how?”
“This ain’t my first rodeo,” she said, keeping her tone serious. “Just so you know, women who like to go down on men talk about these tricks with each other. I’m surprised the sweet butts don’t set out fruit platters around The Barn and the bunkhouse.”
He lifted his head. “Say fuckin’ what?”
“I said I’m surprised the sweet butts don’t tell you guys about that trick as many times as they’ve had your dicks in their mouths.”
“No, not that fuckin’ part. The other.”
“About women talking?” she repeated, purposely being obtuse.
“Nope. Not that, either.”
“Then what?”
“The other part… About women who like to go down on men.”
“Oh, that part.”
“Yeah, that part.”
She cocked her head, struggling to keep the amusement from her face. “Did it seem like that was my first time?”
He blinked.
“Hmm?” she prodded, doing her best not to burst out laughing at his expression.
“Woman,” he growled, flipping her over and getting in her face.
Her smile finally broke free and she pinched his cheek. “Do you like getting your dick sucked?”
He frowned. “That even a question?”
“Then why can’t women like sucking them without judgement?”
“Ain’t judgin’ you if you wanna suck my dick.”
“No, you’ll only judge me for sucking other men’s dicks.”
“So fuckin’ done with this fuckin’ conversation.”
“Wait. You don’t have a problem with sweet butts sucking your dick after sucking everyone else’s, right?”
His jaw shifted.
“But you have a problem if I do?”
“Whose dick have you sucked?”
“In my lifetime?” She shrugged, lifted a hand in front of his face and started ticking off her fingers one at a time. “Well, the first time was back in high school and—”
“No,” he barked sharply. “Just fuckin’ no. Don’t need a fuckin’ count and commentary to go along with it. I meant, who in the Fury?”
“Holy shit,” she whispered, giving him wide eyes. “You know I’m ‘off limits’ and you want me to narc on one or more of your brothers?”
“One or more? Are you fuckin’ serious?”
His face was now red and his blue eyes blazing.
“Wait. Are you jealous?”
His nostrils flared, his anger quickly doused and his expression closed up like a clam.
“I’ve seen you fuck so many women. Sooo many…” She lifted a don’t-even palm in front of his face. “You know what? I’m tired of the double standards. If I want to suck someone’s dick, I’m going to wrap my lips around it and blow it to smithereens. I’ve had to walk by you double-teaming Lizzy with Ozzy, or Angel with Whip. Or watch Brandy, only wearing thigh-high socks, on her knees sucking you off. I can’t even keep track of the women I’ve seen you boning or blowing your load down their throats. So, you don’t even have a right to say one fucking word. Not one.” He opened his mouth, but she stopped him with a sharp noise at the back of her throat in warning.