Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Kissing Doom back as passionately as he was her, she shoved his tongue out of the way to enter his mouth. Her hands slid under his gray Henley to tug it up, breaking the kiss long enough to remove the garment and toss it over their heads.
She smoothed her hands down his sleek back, shuddering at how good he felt. It was the most wonderful sensation she had ever experienced. Placing teasing kissing on his mouth, she would twist away when he tried to snare her into another deep kiss, preferring to let her mouth wander downward to the base of his neck. She let the tip of her tongue investigate the small hollow before trailing to his shoulder.
Doom’s body was a work of art, with broad shoulders and a muscular chest that tapered down to lean hips. It was masculine enough to make a nun reconsider her vows.
Letting her lips transverse his male flesh, searching to trace the tattoos scattered across his chest, she heard a low groan escape his mouth.
Arden’s eyelids flew open when she felt him jerk out of her clinging arms. Was he changing his mind?
Catching her gaze, Doom unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to step out of them. She licked her suddenly dry lips and wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.
Going to his knees on the mattress, he bent over her to cover a nipple with his mouth. Sucking it teasingly. She arched under him, pushing her breast further into his mouth.
“Do you want me?” he muttered against her skin.
“You know I do,” she admitted.
His hand circled her neck. “Then why go to Buck and Puck first?”
Arden wasn’t so far gone enough not to know she was walking a tightrope.
“I thought you didn’t want me.”
“You knew I did when I kissed you outside the club.”
His mouth started sliding lower down her body, his hands going to the sides of her dress pants to tug them down.
“Doom, your attention span concerning women lasts about as long as it takes frozen butter to melt.” Arden willingly squirmed her hips so he would find it easier to remove her pants. “Why does it matter to you if I was with Puck and Buck? You don’t hear me asking you to play kiss and tell about the woman ringing the bell at the bar, or how, right after kissing me, you spent the night with Celeste.”
His mouth hovered over her pussy, creating a heightened anticipation about what he was going to do next. Then two fingers parted her cleft to make room for his thumb to rub the nub of her clitoris. She sucked in a hiss of breath, her fingers clutching his hair.
“I don’t mind playing kiss and tell. You want me to go first, or do you want to?”
“I don’t want to play,” she replied, wiggling her hips to show him she wanted more action than talk. “You’re the one making a big deal out of it.”
“I’m not making a big deal.” He finally lowered his mouth, then his tongue brushed against her clitoris, almost giving her the orgasm her body was clamoring for. “Amy is the woman who rang the bell. She wants to become a Last Rider. She prefers having sex in front of a group more than going into the bedrooms. Do you want to know what she tastes like?”
“No…” she moaned as his mouth went to her thigh to take a small bite of the flesh there.
“I’ll tell you, anyway. Her pussy tastes like strawberry-flavored water. She brags about drinking a liter of it a day just for that reason.”
Arden lifted her eyes from his mouth to his eyes. “I’ve never heard of that before. Does it really work?”
A salacious smile curled his lips. “Her pussy does taste like it, but maybe it could be because she planted the thought in my head. I told her to start drinking peach-flavored water so I could see if I could taste the difference.”
That he was discussing what another woman tasted like so matter-of-factly while he was going down on her should have been a big turnoff. Instead, it ratchetted her desire to another carnal level.
A burning question filtered through her mind, but the urge to ask how she tasted was pushed aside. I don’t want to know, one part of her mind shouted, while the other part wanted the answer.
His mouth roved back to her pussy. “You taste like morning dew.”
“Is that good or bad?” her naughty side asked.
“Clean, fresh.” Rubbing his mouth back and forth on her pussy, he raised his head to lick his wet lips. The erotic way he seemed to be savoring the moisture clinging to his lips fueled a lust she had meant to keep reined.
Losing control, she tore his hair. “Quit teasing me.”
“Do you want my mouth or my dick?”