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)
“You wore me out,” he replies solemnly. “Not sure I have the strength.”
My eyebrows knit together in confusion and a tiny pang of regret. Did I mess up by taking the lead? By giving him pleasure?
Before I can mull that over, his arms are around me and he’s rolling both of us until he’s on his back and I’m on top of him, straddling his lower stomach. He grins at me. “Still going to wreck that pussy, but I’m going to have you do most of the work.”
“But… how—”
I yelp as his hands go to my hips and he hauls me up his body. Coen’s hands are on my ass, pushing me to straddle his face.
Heat flames through me as my hands brace on the headboard. Understanding blooms and I start to protest, but he holds me in place.
My head drops, and it’s almost too erotic to look down between my spread legs to see his face just below. His eyes shine, and he licks his lips.
I have no clue what to do.
Coen must sense that because he smiles again. “I want you to fuck yourself on my mouth.”
“Goddamn it, Coen.” I try to pull away from him, but he holds me still. “I can’t.”
He lifts his head so he can reach my clit with his tongue. He gives me a lick, and I shudder.
“I’m a kinky son of a bitch, Tillie. I’ve told you that before, but surely you figured that out the first time I had my mouth here.”
“I’ve just never…”
My words trail off, but he understands. It’s a first.
Coen’s head drops to the pillow, and his hands loosen their grip. His thumbs skim over my hip bones in silent encouragement.
I look down again, seeing I’m inches from having his beautiful mouth on me. His eyes sparkle with anticipation, and he nods.
Encouragement.
Taking a deep breath, I lower myself onto his mouth and fall into an oblivion so deliciously sinful, I don’t ever want to crawl out of it.
I become a wanton woman, tilting my hips back and forth against his lips. He told me I was going to do all the work, but it’s not true. He’s right there with me, hands on my hips to guide me when I falter.
He does things I’ve never considered letting a man do, and yet I never want him to stop.
It’s when I make the mistake of looking down again, seeing his eyes closed and a rapturous look on his face as he sucks on my clit that I lose it.
An orgasm tears through me fast and hot, causing me to cry out. Coen’s fingers grip into my hips, holding me tight as I ride the waves of pleasure, still licking and sucking at me until I can’t bear it any longer.
“Enough, Coen… stop. I can’t take anymore.”
My head spins from the power of my release and then spins again as somehow Coen is out from under me and I’m on my stomach. His body presses down, and I feel he’s hard against my backside.
With his hand in my hair, he turns my head to the side and leans over to kiss me. I groan as he bites my lower lip before asking, “Do you like the taste of yourself on my tongue?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He flashes me a smile and orders me not to move. His body disappears, and I roll my head the other way to see him digging through his shorts for his wallet. In a flash, he has a condom out and is ripping it open.
Coen is a man on a mission, and I’m boneless to do anything but watch. When his cock is covered, he crawls back on the bed and pulls me up to my hands and knees. Settling in behind me, he squeezes my ass as I feel his tip prodding at me.
I’m embarrassingly wet, making it easy for Coen to sink deep.
He hisses in pleasure, and I twist my neck to look over my shoulder at him. His head is bowed, gaze pinned intently on where our bodies are joined.
As if he senses my stare, his eyes slowly lift and lock with mine for a few seconds. He holds absolutely still within me, and we share a moment of feeling each other.
Then he looks back down, pulling his hips back to start a rhythm. His teeth grab onto his lower lip as he watches his cock thrusting in and out of me.
I feel insanely full, haunted with the nagging suspicion that when this is over, I will feel more than empty. I drop my head, staring at the pillow where my elbows rest, and I concentrate on Coen fucking me from behind as promised.
He lifts my hips with his hands, repositioning the angle, and then he’s hitting a part of me I didn’t know existed.