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)
“Faster. God. Faster,” I beg, and just like that, I shatter. His mouth captures my moan of release, and I swear I come again. He squeezes my nipple, pressing his hard cock into my ass, and I am lost.
Disoriented.
Gone. I’m gone.
He slides two fingers into me and groans loudly against my mouth as I contract around him. We rock together, the pure frenzy of us mind-blowing. Our bodies still, and I can feel him throbbing against my ass. He draws a kiss from my lips, pulling his hand out of me, and I whimper against his lips. We part, and I open my eyes to meet his wild ones. He brings his fingers into his mouth, leaving me panting as he licks my desire off them. “You have no idea how badly I’ve missed you,” he says roughly.
“Oh, I think I know a bit,” I say, gripping him through his pants, and he growls against my mouth. “I want you so much.”
“You have me, Tennessee.”
I turn in his arms and take his jaw in my hand, our eyes clashing before I capture his mouth with mine. With my other hand, I undo his belt and his pants before sliding my hand into his boxers. He jerks against my touch, and I drag my mouth from his, a small smile moving along my lips. He licks my smile as I slowly lower to my knees. He stops me, and I look up at him wantonly.
“I want you,” I beg, and his eyes flash with such deep desire.
“Kneel on top of my shoes.” His voice is so rough, so strained. “I don’t want you to hurt your knees.”
I swear I almost come once more. I do as he asks and take him in my palm. Our eyes meet, and I run my tongue along his head, his precome salty on my tongue. Before I suck him in, I remind him, “Remember, be quiet.”
He presses his hand into the wall and growls deeply before I take him into my mouth. He arches toward me, his cock hitting me in the back of the throat, gagging me. I take his hips in my hands just as he tangles his hand in my hair, and I fuck him with my mouth. Each stroke of my mouth is deeper, faster, and I feel myself getting hotter by the second. His voice is deep and naughty as I continue to suck him into my mouth.
“I love how your boobs bounce, and those thighs… Fuck, baby doll. Take me. Take me deep,” he urges, and I do as he asks. “Yes, Tennie. Your mouth is a fucking dream. Keep that up. That mouth… Fuck!” he roars, and then he rises up on his toes, his hips lurching forward, almost knocking me back as he explodes in my mouth. He holds me in place, though, his orgasm racking his body as I suck him dry.
Before I know it, though, he lifts me under my arms and brings me up into his arms. Like I weigh nothing, like it’s nothing to toss me around, and I devour him once our lips meet. He has never made me feel anything but desired, and I can’t get enough. I spear my fingers through his hair as our tongues play. The taste of him and the taste of me make it real hard to remember that over a hundred people are not far from us.
But as he said, they could find us, and neither of us would have stopped what just happened.
Not even a blizzard could stop us.
We part, but only far enough that our lips brush as we breathe deeply, our eyes locking heatedly. A tender look comes over his face, and my heart sings as he gently glides his fingers along my jaw. He presses his forehead to mine as I move my hands up, clutching the muscles of his back in my fingers, wishing the fabric of his jacket weren’t there. He strokes his thumb over my lip, his eyes searching mine, and I feel like he is saying so very much with those blue depths. Promises and more, and I won’t look away.
I can’t look away.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna take you right here.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I murmur against his lips, and they curve devilishly. “Take me to your bed, D’Artagnan.” Heat burns in his eyes as he squeezes his other arm around me. “Now.”
I don’t have to say it twice.
With only a groan of excitement leaving his lips, we help each other get dressed. Our laughter tickles my stomach as I fumble with his belt, and he waits until the last minute to fix my top. When we’re presentable…somewhat…he captures my neck in his hand and brings me in for a long, lusty kiss. I grip his wrist for support since he makes me weak. When he parts from me, his eyes search mine. “Don’t tell me I can’t touch you as we leave.”