Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“And I need more begging,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue again.
“Fine,” I cry out, my head tossing from side to side on the couch cushions as words pour out of my mouth. “You are the King of my Clitoris. And the Duke of my Desire. I worship at the altar of your tongue, and other really nice things I can’t think of right now because words are hard and all I can think about is how much I want to grab your hair and pull you so tight against me, you can’t breathe. So please. Please!”
“I don’t need to breathe, I just need you to come,” he says, pressing his mouth hard against me for the first time. He kisses my pussy almost the same way he kissed my mouth, deep and intense and passionate as hell, and I explode into stardust.
I come so hard and fast it literally feels like my body’s coming apart at the cellular level. I lose all control and when I finally regain enough clarity to become aware of myself again, I’m shocked to find my hands fisted in his hair as I grind against him like a greedy little beast who hasn’t just had the best O of her life.
I release him with a rush of breath. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to suffocate you.”
“Suffocate me,” he says with a groan that vibrates my clit and the ring just above it, threatening to send me off the cliff again. “I want to drown in the taste of you. You’re so sexy, Tatum. So sweet and sexy and fuck…I’m dying to be inside you.”
“Yes, yes, that,” I pant, pulling at his shoulders, urging him up my body.
“Condom,” he says, reaching back to fumble in his jeans. He grabs his wallet and the condom inside, but instead of quickly rolling it on, he pauses above me, slowly unwrapping the protection as his gaze sweeps up and down my bare body.
But for the first time with a new lover, I have no urge to cover myself.
I don’t mind being completely exposed to Drew.
In fact, I rather love it.
Maybe it’s the orgasm sparkles still dancing before my eyes or the fact that he’s looking at me like I’m the most glorious thing he’s ever seen, but I feel so bold I part my thighs even more, showing him how wet I am.
He curses beneath his breath before bringing the condom to the tip of his lovely erection. It truly is lovely, thick and long, and the piercing through the top is the hottest, most savagely sexy thing I’ve ever seen.
“Don’t worry, it won’t tear the condom,” he says, clearly noticing the direction of my gaze as he rolls it on.
“I’m not worried,” I say. “I trust you.”
His gaze softens a little, even as the heat burning there intensifies. “I’m so glad. You can trust me, Tatum. I have nothing but the best intentions, I promise.”
“And you can’t wait to get my number and see me again,” I say, the words out before I can warn myself to play it cool.
“As soon as you’ll let me,” he says, proving I shouldn’t have worried. “I can already tell it’s going to be really hard to get enough of you.”
Before I can tell him how happy I am to hear that, he’s lengthened himself on top of me and his cock is pushing into where I’m desperate to feel him, and it is perfect.
“So perfect,” I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper, relishing the feel of that wicked ring rubbing against all the delicate places inside me.
He curses and threads his hand into my hair, making a fist as he kisses me hard. “Beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips as we start to move, finding our rhythm like we’ve done this a hundred times before. “Being with you is…so beautiful, Tatum.”
It’s not the kind of thing men usually say, at least not in my experience. I’ve only had a few lovers, so I’m no expert, but guys usually say that I’m beautiful or that I feel good. Not that being with me is beautiful, that what we’re sharing together, creating together, is the thing he’s most struck by.
It makes my heart melt, too, right along with the rest of me, and I can’t resist whispering, “You’re the sweetest bad boy with a cock piercing I’ve ever met.”
“And you are adorable and so sexy, I’m going to come way too soon,” he says, moving faster, harder. “I’m sorry. I’ll last longer next time. It’s just been a long time and you’re incredible.”
“Never apologize for telling me I’m incredible,” I say, bucking into his thrusts, letting him take me to the edge all over again. “And we have all night.”
“All night,” he says, squeezing my hip as he shifts his angle, hitting my G-spot with his piercing and setting the world ablaze.