Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
"Eat my pussy, Coby. Please," she pleads.
"Fuck yeah," I growl. "Until you're coming all over me, princess." I lean down over her and then pause. "Don't even think about being quiet this time. I want to hear how loud you can be for me."
She opens her mouth to respond.
I lunge, attaching her pussy with my mouth. I don't give her a warning or take it slow. I just fucking dive in.
She shouts my name, her ass coming up off the table.
Christ. She's soaked, her juices making a mess of her thighs. I hold her legs apart, attacking her cunt again and again. She mewls and sobs, growing louder and louder. I jiggle my tongue ring against her clit, playing with her perfect little asshole. I press a finger inside of her fuckhole, and then add another.
"I might keep you here coming on my tongue all night, Elodie," I snarl, sucking her lower lips into my mouth one after the other. I go back to her clit again, blowing my breath across it. "I'll just keep you coming until you're begging me to stop."
"I won't," she whimpers. "I'll n-never want you to s-stop. Keep me j-just like this, Coby. I'll be y-your little t-toy."
Fucking Christ.
I snarl against her pussy, curling my fingers up to stroke her G-Spot.
She shouts, shattering apart for the first time tonight. It won't be the last. God no. I eat her through it, not backing of or letting up even an inch. I keep going, pushing her right back up the cliff, desperate for another one.
I live for this shit. For her honey spilling across my tongue. For her shaking and moaning beneath me. For her crying out my name. My tongue and fingers are her fucking property. They were made for this.
We were made for this.
I pry her ass cheeks apart, stiffening my tongue and pressing it against the tight ring of muscle. I keep it there, pressing firmly until the tip slips inside. She shouts again, writhing like a little hellcat beneath me as I play with both holes, my tongue in this one, my fingers in the other.
Within seconds, she's coming all over me again. She screams this time, my name breaking on her lips. I roar in triumph, ripping through the zipper and button on my pants, desperate to get my cock out.
I wrap my fist around my shaft, squeezing. It's not enough. With her taste on my tongue and her cries echoing in my ears, it's not nearly enough.
I drag myself to my feet, growling.
"I need inside you, princess. Now."
"Yes," she sobs, reaching for me. "Please, yes."
I rip my shirt off over my head, taking her lips in a hard kiss as I bounce my cock against her hot little cunt. She's so fucking wet. So hot. Jesus Christ. I'm not going to survive this. Death by pussy. What a fucking way to go.
"Are you on birth control, Elodie?"
"No. There was never a need."
"Good."
Her gaze flies to mine, and I smirk.
"I'm going to breed you, princess. By the time I let you leave here tomorrow, you're going to be dripping my cum from every hole."
"What if…?"
"You think I don't want it?" I lean down over her, pressing my lips to her ear. "I hope like I hell I do get you pregnant, Elodie. You won't be able to keep me a secret then. Everyone will know that you're fucking mine when you're carrying my kid."
"Oh my gosh," she whispers.
"Tell me no," I say, giving her an out. The choice is hers. It'll always be hers. But we both know she isn't going to take it. We both know she wants the same thing, even if she's too afraid to admit it.
"Do it," she moans.
"Fuck." I press my cock to her hot little hole, growling like a wild beast. I can't stop the sound. I can't stop the need pounding through me. When it comes to her, I'm a freight train running full speed ahead. There is no slowing it down. There hasn't been any slowing it down since the day I saw her standing in the lobby of the shop, looking at Keegan's artwork.
I lock eyes with her, holding her gaze captive as I slowly sink into her, claiming what belongs to me. She claims what belongs to her, too. We lose it together and find heaven in its place.
I take it slow, so fucking slow it's torture. My thumb circles her clit, trying to keep her on the edge as I sink balls deep into her perfect body. She whimpers when her hymen tears, but the pain barely even registers in her eyes before pleasure sweeps in to wipe it away.
By the time my hips come to rest against hers, she's writhing beneath me, her inner muscles fluttering around my cock. I hold still, grinding her clit in circles until she stops fighting it and lets go.