Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I’d always had a thing for curvier women. They were soft—the perfect size for cuddling and napping.
And I wanted to tongue that fucking shiny belly ring in her belly button. The jewel in it glittered in the bright lights of the makeshift gym.
“What do you want?” I grunted as I snatched my towel up and began patting my skin dry of the little bit of sweat that’d managed to glisten on my skin.
She stepped a little closer to me, not put off by my bad mood. “Breakfast is ready. Wanted to see if you might want some or if you wanted me to set aside a plate for you to eat later.”
I shook my head and turned to face her. That was actually nice of her, but I wasn’t in the mood to eat. Cannon’s eyes were clear, somehow icy and filled with warmth all at the same time. I couldn’t stare at them for too long in fear of somehow falling into them. And I knew I could. It would be so fucking easy to. Especially since she was just my type—curvy, bratty, fiery little attitude.
“You’re going to be fucking trouble,” I rumbled before I could stop myself.
A smirk curved her lips, and she took a step closer to me. I tensed, and her smirk widened. She knew she was making me uncomfortable, and she was thriving on it. Fucking hell. Before tragedy struck, she would have been fun as hell to play with.
Now, she was nothing but a danger to my mental health.
“Cannon…” I rumbled, trying to stop whatever she was planning.
She closed the remaining distance between us, her fingers already pulling at the string on my sweats. My dick hardened, and I swallowed back a groan. I hadn’t been touched in years. Hadn’t allowed myself to be because it felt unfair—to find pleasure while Helena had suffered. But I couldn’t stop Cannon even if I really wanted to. I was transfixed.
“You look tense,” she murmured, trailing her lips over my neck. I hissed a breath through my teeth, my hands curling into fists at my sides when I got the sudden urge to touch her. Shove her against that mirror and show her how a real man touched a woman. Alarms were blaring in my head, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. My brain was disconnecting from the rest of my body, only seeming to let me focus on the pleasure her lips and her hands were bringing me. “Let me take care of you, Whiler.”
“Fuck,” I snarled, shutting my eyes before I forced them to open again so I could watch her.
She dropped to her knees in front of me on the hard, concrete floor before pulling my sweats down just enough for my cock to spring out, almost hitting her in the face. She sighed, her soft breath falling over my tip. I shivered.
Tentatively, she flicked her tongue out, licking over my head, and I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders. Maybe if I didn’t look at her, I could stop the inevitable damage this was going to do. I’d seen men fall in love with women for less. It started out with sex, and then before they knew it, they were trapped. And while they looked happy, the thought of being stuck now made my skin crawl.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” I snarled when she swallowed me to the back of her throat without warning. Her hand cupped my balls, massaging them, and I hissed, my eyes rolling back in my head. My fingers slid into her soft, red tresses before I could stop myself. My head fell forward, looking down at her.
Oh, God. The sight of her plump red lips wrapped around my cock… The slurping, erotic noises she made every time she bobbed her head… The moans crawling up her throat that vibrated down my shaft and straight to my balls…
I wasn’t going to fucking last. She was too goddamn good at this.
“Cannon,” I rasped. She only sucked harder, her tongue swirling around me as she looked up at me from beneath her lashes. My balls drew up tight, and I tightened my hold on her hair. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure at how rough I was handling her, and that was all it fucking took. To see her loving how I touched her sent me toppling straight over the edge.
I shouted her name as I came down her throat, watching as she greedily drank down everything I was giving her. She didn’t stop until I pulled out of her mouth with a hiss, my dick too fucking sensitive.
She licked her lips, her chest heaving the slightest bit as she looked up at me from her position on the floor. Her hands were folded in her lap like such a fucking good girl when we both knew she was anything but. The praise was sitting right on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it down.