Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
He lay between her legs, grasped her thighs and moved them up to rest on his shoulders. His eyes moved to fix on hers as he gave a long slow lick from her entrance to her clit. Her body convulsed with the movement of his tongue and her head dropped back onto a pillow. She reached down and threaded her fingers in his hair, clinging as sensation swamped her. Lifting her ass and pushing his tongue deep, he started to circle her clit with tip of his tongue, driving her into madness.
“Come for me. I want to taste it on my tongue. Give it to me, baby.” With one flick over the top, her orgasm burst from her centre, obeying his command before spreading to the rest of her body. She shivered and jerked with aftershocks. Duke’s weight pressed down on her, he sucked her nipples and she felt his cock pressing at her entrance. She tried to push herself down to draw him in but he held her in place. Even after the best orgasm she’d ever had, her body was still screaming at her to be connected to his.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet. Your pussy’s sucking the tip of my dick, dripping your juices, crying to get me inside. You’re so ready for me.” With that he thrust into her to the hilt, stretching her to the max and sending her straight into another orgasm. His cock had hit every nerve and sweet spot of her walls on its entry. She grabbed his ass, holding him still, not sure if her body could take much more. She knew it would have to. He filled her so full she felt a twinge of pain and it was so much better for it. Duke was managing to push her limits in every way.
His hips slowly pulled back and with a hard thrust he pushed himself to the hilt again, his balls slapping against her ass. He started a frantic rhythm that pushed her higher and higher. She’d never experienced anything so intense. He was playing her like he knew every inch. Sweat coated their bodies, easing their movements. His smell surrounded her. She would willingly drown in it. She needed to taste him. Licking his chest and neck, she tasted salt, musk and something she didn’t recognise that was exclusively Duke. He was addictive.
His thumb pressed to her clit and made fast, firm circles. Her eyes met his before her head was again thrown back in ecstasy, her nails digging into the skin of his back, desperate to find purchase. She screamed her release and his sexy, deep groan that followed, nearly pushed her into climaxing again. Her pussy locked on his cock, massaging and milking him into coming. He thrust once more and stilled, spilling himself deep in her pussy. He withdrew quickly, spurting the last rope of his cum over her bow tattoo. He coated her using the head of his cock, rubbing back and forth on her mound. Watching his work, his eyes never left her tattoo until he was done stroking himself over her. She felt liked she’d been marked.
He collapsed his weight to the side of her, leaving his heavy leg and arm sprawled over her body. She was pinned to the bed, she’d be happy to stay there forever. Their breaths continued to saw in and out of their chests. Nicole was still twitching with aftershocks as she stared at the ceiling trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. She’d never responded that way during sex before. Her body had followed his every move, totally surrendering to him. She twisted her head to look at him. His eyes were already focused on hers. Neither spoke. What do you say after the single most amazing sexual encounter of your life? Thank you? No, she just held his gaze and let herself enjoy this connection they shared until it ended. He inched his face closer to hers and pressed a slow, chaste kiss on her lips. She felt her insides flutter.
“You still wanting that shower?” He voice was deep, sexy and rough, like he’d gargled with gravel. His lips tipped up into a small smile.
“Yeah, that’d be good.” She felt almost shy now. She’d let herself be vulnerable and it was unnerving to her. Shaking her head, she pulled herself together. “Through there?” She pointed to the door at the back of the bedroom.
“Yep. I’ll grab us a couple beers for when you’re out.”
She felt his gaze follow her the entire way to the bathroom. She loved it. She knew if she turned around and looked at him that she’d never make it to the shower. That wasn’t an option. She desperately needed one. She stood under the hot spray letting it massage her neck while she replayed the last half hour through her mind.
His skin had looked bronzed and glistened with sweat as he held his powerful form above her. Muscles contracted and rippled under his smooth skin. The power of his thrusts pounded her towards the headboard. She could feel how slick her thoughts were making her pussy. She had to have him again, especially if there would only be this one night. Nothing was certain. She didn’t like how unwelcome that thought was in her head. She finished her shower and wrapped a towel around her.
Coming into the bedroom she saw Duke on the bed. He was lying flat on his back, hands behind his head with his erection twitching the closer she got. She could have stood for hours just memorising every bulging muscle, every ripple of his torso and the veins running down his arms. Black and grey tattoos decorated his ribs and arms, weaving through each other making them look like one big piece of art. She could think back on that picture later, right now she needed a proper taste of him. She dropped her towel and heard his breath hitch. His eyes widened and went from hot to smouldering. She’d never felt so wanton before. This guy was basically a stranger but she just couldn’t help herself. Moving from the bottom of the bed, she crawled up his body, running her hands up his muscled, lightly-haired legs, squeezing and separating them on her way.