Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Let’s see if you’re dripping yet.” The sudden tearing sound and pinch at my hips tell me that he ripped my thong clean off me, and now cool air brushes my bare pussy. It’s such a contrast to my overheated skin that a delicious shiver races through my body.
I lift my head to watch him lower himself to his chair and wheel closer to the desk. I’m exposed, a willing victim in this dangerous game of love that we share.
“Look at the way it quivers,” he marvels, his voice low and thick with desire as he gazes down at my pussy. “Every time your muscles tighten, more of that sweet nectar drips out of you, painting your thighs. How am I supposed to resist this?”
“You aren’t.”
He lifts his gaze to mine, smirking. “You’re right. I’m not, and I won’t. I’m going to make sure you drown me.” Fingertips dance along my slit, spreading me wider. “What do you think, little bird? Do you have enough of this sweet nectar to put me out of my misery?”
“I think if you keep talking, I’m going to…”
Before I can finish, he’s diving deep, his tongue lapping at my clit, and it’s a spark to a roaring fire. I can only groan, lifting my hips to meet the violent strokes of his tongue. He flicks my clit back and forth, alternating between sucking and licking it while two of his thick fingers press inside of me.
Oh god. The thick digits stretch me, and when he scissors them, my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. Every cell in my body, every inch of my flesh, burns with the intensity of the sun. His fingers move in and out of me fast, my arousal dripping down his entire palm with every slam of his knuckles against me.
“Yes… oh God, Callum. Don’t stop.” The words rush out of me as I rise higher and higher. I can feel the orgasm building deep in my core, the muscles tightening.
Goodness, if he stops this time, I’ll truly kill him. One more thrust of his fingers and a lap of his tongue, and I explode. There’s nothing to do except scream in relief as the wave breaks and rolls over me, pulling me deep into the undercurrent. Blissful shivers wrack my body from head to toe. I’m a victim of his vicious pussy eating skills.
“Mmm…” I open my eyes and look up across the length of my body at Callum. He pulls away, bringing the fingers that were just inside me to his lips. He licks them clean, wearing a blissful expression the entire time. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Like he wants to prove his point, he moves back between my legs, burying his tongue in my pussy to lap up what’s still flowing from me like a river. It takes seconds for him to make me burn again. My nerve ends sizzle, and the tension that just eased starts to build again.
I’m consumed with the desire to touch him. I reach down and wind my fingers through his hair. “Callum…” I moan his name while lifting my hips.
I offer myself to him, grinding against his face when the pressure from his tongue isn’t enough. Whenever we’re together, he turns me into this greedy, needy slut. Unable to think about anything but more. His rumbles vibrate against my slick, throbbing flesh as he runs his tongue from my asshole up to my clit and back down again, circling my tight asshole before applying just enough pressure to make me cry out.
“Yes! More!” I barely recognize the sound.
Another broken animal sound tears itself from my chest when he pulls my hands from his head and stands. He tears off his shirt and pants while I lie back, trying to catch my breath. The man standing before me is the epitome of gorgeous. He’s beautiful, perfect, right down to the intricate ink decorating his smooth skin.
Mine. He is mine.
And he wants me. His cock is rigid, the tip dripping pre-cum, giving away how badly he needs me, yet he shoves my hand away when I reach for him. Always in control. All I can do is smile. He pulls me up, turns me around and guides me back down to the desk until I’m lying on my stomach with my ass in the air.
“Your ass is perfection, little bird, and I can’t wait to fuck it.”
“Maybe someday, we'll see,” I tease, which earns me a slap to the ass. The sting ripples over my skin but inevitably only turns me on further.
“Oh, it will help. I’m fucking this ass, no matter what. I’ll be the only man who’s been there, so it’s mine, baby.”
Whatever response I had is lost to me when he presses the head of his cock against my entrance and works the thick head into me. “Shit.” I gasp. There’s never been a sensation like the way he stretches me. The pleasure becomes uncomfortable when I feel pressure against my asshole that leaves my nails scraping along the wooden desk. Jesus.