Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Thomas,” she whimpers as I paint the hard peaks of her breasts with her juices.
“Mm…Mm…” I hum as I bend down to suck one in my mouth. Somehow her cream tastes even better, sucking it from her tit.
“Quit torturing me, please,” she pleads breathlessly.
“I think you like being tortured,” I respond, pulling back to blow against her wet nipples.
“Thomas,” she keens—the sound so fucking hot it makes my balls tighten and ache with the need to release.
I lean back on my legs, moving her so that her knees are bent and she’s completely open to me. I use my fingers to pull back the lips of her soaking wet pussy and smile at the throbbing nub that’s swollen and in need of attention. I press my palm against her pussy, her juices instantly coating my hand.
“This is mine, L-lyla.”
“God,” she gasps, her body moving restlessly against my hold.
“Mine,” I growl, bringing my hand back to slap it against her wet pussy.
“Fuck,” she hisses and something about getting my innocent Lyla to use that word gets me completely hard.
“I was only g-going to taste you, but I need more, baby.”
“Take more,” she practically begs, rocking against my hand.
There’s never been a more deliciously tempting suggestion. I get up on my knees, pushing my sweats down. My cock springs out, bouncing in the cool air of the room. I’m rock hard, my cock covered in large, ridged veins because I’m so ready to cum my balls are sore. I stroke myself firm and slow, hissing at the mixture of pleasure and pain as I try to hold back my load.
“Is this what you want?” I groan as I take in the way her eyes watch me move my hand up and down my cock, squeezing it tightly. Her tongue darts out as precum slides down the head of my cock. I watch as it drips down to land on her pussy. My brain screams, “Mine!”
“Quit torturing me, Thomas, please,” she whimpers, her body moving restlessly beneath me.
Because I can’t stop myself, I lean down and rub the tip of my cock against her slick folds. Fuck, it feels so good that my eyes nearly roll back into my head. I have to have her and once I get inside her tight cunt, it’s going to end too fucking quick.
Her hands move to my hips, her fingernails biting into my skin, scoring the flesh. It makes me grin. I press the head against her entrance and her greedy pussy tries to suck me inside. I stop to look into her beautiful eyes.
“Not looking back, Lyla,” I vow again and then I thrust inside of her, claiming her completely.
I sink deep inside her hot depths, seating my cock so that she takes all of me, my balls pressed against her, and it feels like coming home. Lyla belongs to me, and I won’t let anyone take her from me.
She’s the one thing in my life that hasn’t been tainted—she’s my future.
Chapter 22
Lyla
“You’re awake.”
My gaze jerks from the ceiling to beside the bed. Thomas. I just assumed he’d be gone this morning. Clearly, I was wrong. I feel my cheeks bloom with color. Thomas was a great lover the first time we were together. Last night he was much more forceful, and I loved every moment of it. It stunned me and enthralled me—all at the same time. I turn on my side, pulling the cover up higher because I feel more than a little vulnerable in front of him.
“Yeah,” I murmur, my voice hoarse. I see the cocky grin he gets, and I feel my blush deepen. I’m hoarse because of the way I cried out his name all night long. That’s something else that’s different. The first time we were together was nothing like last night. No, this time he was insatiable and extremely vocal. My body is really sore and well used.
“Babe,” he says, his voice dropping down into that graveled tone that makes my body instantly come to life.
“Yeah?”
“Y-you keep l-looking at me like that and I’m g-going to be late to meet with your father.”
I clear my throat. “How am I looking at you?”
“Like you want to suck my cock,” he groans and then, without warning, he grabs me along the side of my neck, pulls my lips to his and kisses me so hungrily that it steals my breath. His tongue devours my mouth, seeking and claiming all at the same time. All I can do is hold on for the ride. When we break apart, he’s grinning down at me and his eyes are freaking sparkling. He’s always been beautiful, but like this, he takes my breath.
“You could take off your pants and maybe I could be talked into doing that,” I murmur, my body feeling as if it’s on fire.