Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Cormack watched me from across the bar like a hawk, stalking his prey, and I let him, pretending to be ignorant of his undivided attention. I went about drinking the wine, part in nervousness and part in looking for liquid courage. I’ve never met a man that immediately pierced my soul and stole it with one look.
Being the daughter of a mob boss, I’d met many men in my father’s circle that he deemed worthy of my attention and finding every single one of them not worth giving up my freedom, but Cormack is different. He pulled me in and didn’t even realize it.
I played along, attempting to fight his demands even though I wanted to climb on his lap in public and let him maul me for everyone to see.
When I closed the door on Cormack, praying that he’d come back pounding on it, and begging to let him in to worship me.
My body hasn’t stopped buzzing as I step into the shower, reliving our kiss. His deep Irish accent replays in my head as I slip my fingers through my folds and strum my clit. For two days, I’ve played with my virgin pussy, aching to find some relief when thinking about Cormack. I imagine him taking me roughly against the door because he can’t wait to have me. His hands and mouth travel up and down my throat as he uses his strong thighs to hold me up and thrust inside of me. I’m on the verge of coming with his name on my tongue when there’s a pounding on the door. My eyes fly wide open as I listen to the sound. I turn off the spray and wrap up in a towel.
I step out of the bathroom to hear his voice. “Gloria, please open up, love. I need to see you again.” My heart thumps violently in my chest, attempting to gain control of my emotions and not trip.
Unable to resist, I open the door in just my towel that’s tucked loosely around my breasts.
His eyes widen as he runs them up and down my body, and he growls, “Fuck me. What in the name of all that’s holy? You’re pure sinful temptation.” He rushes through the door, letting it slam shut as he lifts me into his arms. “Say you’re mine.”
“For tonight,” I add that condition without hesitation, knowing he won’t stand for it.
“For forever,” he growls. I love egging on the beast inside this man. He yanks the towel off my body before tossing me onto the bed. I bounce and pant, looking at the feral gaze in his perfectly green eyes. “Say it, swear it,” he demands, and I swear that I nearly come on the spot.
As if seeing my pussy getting wetter, he stares right at it, licking his lips and then his hand cups my mound and he pushes his middle finger inside. I gasp. “Answer me, love. Tell me you’re mine, forever.”
He flexes his finger again and I cry out, “Forever, Cormack.”
He slides off his shoes while I push his suit jacket off his broad shoulders, falling to the floor. His mouth attacks mine with bruising, heated intent as he straddles me with his knees on the bed. My hands continue to move from his chest up to his hair and down his back. I have to touch him as if it’s the last time. He tugs free his tie while his mouth is on mine and hips rock against my bare core. Fuck, I’m so close to coming and he’s still wearing clothes.
Suddenly, he pulls back and hops off the bed. Panic floods me. Can he sense that I’ve never done this before?
Reading the distress on my face, he says, “I’m not going anywhere, but it’s a lot quicker to get naked when I’m not grinding on your gorgeous body.” He strips down to his boxers as he does his best to keep his heated gaze on me. “Fuck, as much as I want to fucking be balls deep in that sweet cunt, I need to taste your little pussy.” My face floods with embarrassment, but I don’t even hesitate to stop him.
He kneels on the bed with just his silky boxers holding in that thick, long package. I ache in ways completely new to me. Dipping his head between my thighs, hands gripping them firmly, he swipes his gifted tongue along my seam. I’m too horny to be embarrassed that I’m getting my first sexual experience. Instead, I fall into the rhythm of his motions. He sucks on my clit while his finger gently pushes into me and I explode, stars filling my eyes, coming hard on his face as I nearly black out with pleasure. How is this fucking possible?
He kisses a path up my sweaty, needy body until he pulls one of my breasts into his mouth, biting, licking, and sucking on them. He switches sides, and that’s when I feel his length at my entrance. The boxers are gone and his thick cock head slides between the folds without entering.