Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I grasp him by the back of the neck, holding him in place while he sucks at my neck in the most delicious way. “D’Artagnan,” I whimper, the deep rumble coming from his chest sending heat straight between my legs.
“Fuck, baby doll. I can’t handle when you say my name,” he breathes against my neck. “You’re the only one to call me that.”
“I am? It’s your name,” I somehow get out as he lifts his gaze to mine.
“But only you take the time to say it,” he says, his eyes burning into mine.
A tenderness blossoms in my chest as I cup his jaw. He leans into my hand before turning his face and kissing my palm. With a quickness that impresses me immensely, he spins me in his arms, my body touching the brick wall as my ass collides with his cock. He presses his hand between my face and the wall, nuzzling his nose along my neck and my shoulders as he moves his other hand down my arm, over my stomach, across my hip to the slit in my skirt. I gasp as he strokes his hand along my heated thigh, and my eyes drift shut until he pulls the skirt to the side, up over my love handles, and his hand comes crashing down against the bare skin of my ass.
And it’s glorious.
I cry out, and his rough chuckle rolls down my spine before he licks the shell of my ear. He slides his hand to the inside of my thigh as my pussy begs for his touch. But then he pauses.
“Tennessee, where are your panties?”
I can’t breathe, but my lips curve. “I didn’t want anything to be in your way.”
His growl is deep, dark, and everything delicious. “Mmmm,” he murmurs in my ear, lightly tracing his finger along my pussy. “So, you’re saying you want me to touch you?”
I arch into him. “Yes.”
“Shh, I am tracing the shape of you,” he croons, licking my earlobe. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby doll. So wet for me.”
“Yes, only for you,” I cry, and I can feel the grin on his lips against my ear.
“God, you feel so good.”
I bend toward his fingers, wanting him, needing him.
“Greedy fucking girl. Fuck, you make me so hard.” He presses himself into my ass, and I feel every single inch of him. I rock my ass against him, and his breathing is rough, dirty. He slips his finger between my lips slowly, and he finds my clit with ease. But he only brushes it, making me quake everywhere. He slides his finger down and inside me, and then he adds another finger as I moan ever so loudly. He strokes his tongue along my neck. “Stay quiet, because I won’t stop if someone comes around that corner.”
My heart is slamming against my chest as he moves his fingers in and out of me, his breath so wicked against my ear. “They’ll see me fucking you with my fingers, making you come, and I still won’t stop.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as the pleasure rattles me.
“God, you’re pulsating around my fingers, Tennie. Fuck, I love how you feel. I can’t wait to bury myself inside you, deep,” he murmurs, his fingers going deeper inside me. I moan loudly into the back of his hand, the sound muffled. “Yes, that’s my good girl. Keep quiet.”
“I can’t,” I gasp, almost sobbing from the relief of his touch.
“I know where to touch you, how to make you squirm.”
“D’Artagnan,” I moan against his hand, and he groans in my ear. His breathing is labored, crazed, and I love it. God, I’ve missed him.
“You are being so good, baby doll. So quiet,” he tells me, pumping his fingers into my pussy. “Don’t worry. When I get you home, in my bed, you can scream as loud as you want.”
“Please—”
“You’re so close, aren’t you?”
I bring my head back against his shoulder, and Dart’s mouth is just as dangerous as his fingers. He pulls them out of me and locates my clit again while his mouth sucks and nips at my burning flesh. He presses his finger to my bundle of nerves, and I jerk against his hand. “I need you to come for me. I can’t think of anything but making you come,” he demands, and I can’t handle him. I can’t handle this.
He is merciless, demanding, and just as greedy as me. I lean into his cheek, rocking against his hand as my ass grinds on his cock. His breaths are strangled and match mine in cadence. He circles his finger around my clit, faster and in all the right ways.
He brings his other hand to my cheek, turning my head so our mouths meet. He works my clit, my body quivering as he moves his hand to my shirt, pulling it down so he can grasp my breast. I arch into his hand, my own clutching the pockets of his pants so I don’t fall to the ground like I feel as if I could at any moment. He squeezes my nipple, his fingers driving me to the edge as his mouth hovers over mine. Everything is hot, wild, and I feel myself flying over the edge under his hand. “Keep riding my fingers. Yes. Fuck. Right like that.”