Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
He looks genuinely puzzled. “Why you?”
I nod. “Why me? I’m nothing special.”
Coen’s lips press in a flat line as his hands move from my breasts to cup my cheeks again. He leans in and growls. “That’s the second time you’ve said that, and I don’t like it. Don’t ever let me hear you say that about yourself again.”
Sighing, I shake my head. “I don’t mean it like I’m down on myself or lacking confidence. I’m just an ordinary girl. Men like you don’t look at ordinary girls.”
Coen chuckles, clearly finding amusement in my proclamation. He kisses me and laughs into my mouth before pulling back to look at me. “The girl who turned my backyard into a zoo and refused to apologize, who ignores bullies because they’re beneath her, who jumps around to bad punk music without an ounce of shame.”
He pauses, leans in closer. “The girl who let me lick her to an orgasm while pinned against a tree. You’re the least ordinary person I know, Tillie.” Coen steps back and sits on the edge of my bed. “Now take off the rest of your clothes for me.”
He knows just how to embolden me because without an ounce of shame, I shrug off my bra and shimmy out of my shorts and panties. Thank God they come off together so he can’t see how singularly boring and unsexy my panties are.
Doesn’t seem to matter, though, because Coen’s eyes glitter as his gaze rakes up and down my body.
“Your turn,” I whisper.
Coen flashes his teeth in a feral smile, pulling his T-shirt over his head as he stands from the bed. I watch hungrily as he strips down to nothing but bronzed, naked skin.
My eyes drop to his cock, hard and thick, and my mouth waters. As much as he’s had his mouth on me, I want mine on him.
I move toward him and drop to my knees, thankful for the soft area rug that cushions the blow. Taking Coen in my hand, I hold back a triumphant smile as he groans when I squeeze him.
When I lick him, his hips buck, and when I take him into my mouth, he barks out a curse. His hands move to my head, weaving his fingers in my hair and holding on as I suck on his length.
I’m not overly experienced, but I am adventurous. And I’ve read my fair share of erotic romance, so I have a good enough road map of what will turn a guy on. Never one to back away from a challenge—and because I’m eager to please Coen—I find myself enjoying this way more than I ever thought possible.
It becomes my goal to make him come in my mouth, and the thought makes me take him in deeper.
“Fuck… Tillie,” he groans, his hips now thrusting against my mouth. “I should tell you to stop, but I’m not going to.”
I purr my approval as my hands cup his ass cheeks and pull him into me harder.
Coen’s fingers tighten in my hair, his breathing ragged. He curses and grunts, each sound hitting me square between my legs. I could do this forever for him, just to produce these reactions. It’s powerful and liberating to reduce such a strong man to dependency.
And he is dependent on me right now for the ultimate pleasure.
“I’m going to come,” he whispers harshly and then uses his grip on my hair to try to pull me off.
I make a sound of discontent, latch on harder, and shake my head.
“Christ.” Coen’s fingers once again tighten on my head for just a brief moment before his body locks tight, and he unloads on my tongue. I swallow, appreciating the tang and salt only because it’s Coen.
Relishing his long groan of satisfaction.
Marveling at the tender way he strokes my cheek as I stare up at him with his cock still in my mouth.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” he says softly.
His hand goes to my hair, and he pulls upward, indicating he wants me to stand. He slips out of my mouth, and I rise.
Coen’s eyes hold mine, and I wonder if he’s going to get dressed and walk out like he did before.
To my surprise, he pulls me in for a deep kiss before murmuring against my mouth, “I like the taste of me on your tongue.”
I groan at such a wicked claim, and then shriek as he picks me up and tosses me on the bed. The tenderness is gone, and his expression is hot as he crawls up my body.
He hovers over me, hands pressed into the mattress by my head. “You messed up my plans,” he chides. “I wanted to wreck your pussy with my mouth, then fuck you from behind.”
A cramp of lust hits me so hard between my legs, I physically ache for him. “You still can,” I point out breathlessly.