Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“You’re needy for it, aren’t you?” His deep voice vibrates through me, warming me up from the inside out.
I nod. “Yes, I need you.”
He trails kisses down my neck, and back up toward my ear. “What are you going to do for it?”
I gaze into his darkening eyes, and lick my lips. “Anything. I’ll do anything to feel you inside me again.”
“Anything?”
I grow more desperate by the second, and I keep grinding my body against his, both of us fully clothed. I’m in nothing but a tiny tank top and sleep shorts, yet I can feel the outline of his hard dick through all the layers of clothing separating us from one another. “Please,” I beg of him. “I’ll do anything.”
“You turn me on so badly, Posey. I’ve thought about having you in so many different ways since I met you.”
I lift my tank top over my head, flinging it somewhere behind me. “Then have me.”
His eyes rake over my bare chest, and he licks his lips like he’s starving for me. He tugs me closer, landing his mouth over one of my breasts, sucking my nipple between his teeth.
I lean my head back, my body so close to already coming undone and he hasn’t even removed my shorts yet. “There’s something I want to do again,” I tell him, moving off his lap, and kneeling on the floor beside the bed. “Stand up,” I demand, and a smirk crosses his face.
He raises a brow. “I like it when you’re like this. So in control.” He does as I say, and I tug his joggers down his legs.
Once he realizes what I want to do, he fists his hands in my hair. “Posey,” he breathes out. “Fuck, you suck dick like a pornstar.”
I smile. “And I’ll do it whenever you want me to.”
He gazes down at me. “Same goes for you. I love the way you taste, and I’ll eat your greedy pussy anytime you want me to. In fact.” He picks me up and tosses me onto the bed.
I land on my back, and he mounts me, only his head is down by my legs.
“Oh my god,” I say once I realize what is happening. “Sixty-nine,” I whisper out, only reading about this position in books.
“I’m hungry,” he says before diving face first between my thighs.
I spread my legs for him, and grab a hold of his thickening dick, guiding it to my mouth. I suck him into my mouth as he continues to nibble along my clit. “Oh,” I moan out.
Ledger hisses a few curse words, his fists tightening around my thighs. “You suck me so good, baby.”
I keep working him, sucking him, slurping his dick deep down as far as I can go. I breathe through my nose, making out with his dick, and Ledger eats me like a ravenous beast.
Next thing I know, he lifts off me, spinning around. He fists his cock in one hand and slams it into me.
“Fuck,” he groans out into the still air. “You feel so fucking good.” He keeps slamming his dick into me as my body builds toward its release.
The sound of skin on skin fills the room as Ledger pounds inside me.
“Yes, Oh, Ledger,” I shout out, flinging my arms over my head.
Ledger locks my ankles around his neck, keeping my legs in place. “I love how you thought you weren’t mine,” he says, pounding away inside me. “How you actually thought you could stay away from me. How you didn’t think this was ever going to happen.”
He lets my legs fall off his shoulders as he leans up right into my face, his mouth hovering mere centimeters away from my own. “I knew this would happen from the moment I met you. I knew one day I’d be owning your pussy. That you’d be mine.”
“I knew it too,” I call out. Because I did know it. Deep down I think I always did. Ledger and I were two moving forces, too powerful to be kept away from one another.
Our connection was instant.
I felt it.
And so did he.
He gazes with lust-filled eyes at the point where my body meets his. He keeps thrusting inside me, his mouth hangs open and I cup his cheeks with both of my hands.
“Kiss me, Ledger. Show me how real this is,” I tell him, my heart nearly exploding.
He kisses me roughly, passionately. He kisses me, exploring my mouth with his tongue, groaning, messy. So messy, and I love every second of it.
Because we’re messy together. Our path to each other hasn’t been easy.
I kiss him back, letting him know I understand his need. I feel it too.
He lowers his hand between our bodies, pressing the pad of his thumb against my clit, creating a plethora of pressure. He works his hand, better than I’ve ever worked my own as he creates the perfect rhythm.