Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“I like you.” He was silent as we turned into our driveway. “But when we get inside, I’m going to rip your clothes off and fuck you like I don’t.”
I lost my breath for a second. When I recovered, I put my hand on the door handle, ready to jump out. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
After an exhilarating chase through the dark, we ended up on the living room floor.
I’d bolted from the car and run into the trees, zigzagging this way and that, racing out into the clearing again, circling the house, and finally sprinting up the porch steps. Hot in pursuit, Xander caught up with me at the front door, locking an iron forearm around my middle and sinking his teeth gently into my neck.
“What took you so long?” I panted, my blood running hot and fast as I punched in the code.
“I’m a gentleman,” he growled in my ear. “I gave you a head start.”
In my addled mental state, the code took me several tries to get right, but finally the door gave way. Pushing it open, we tumbled to the floor, where Xander made good on his promise to tear off my clothes. He was rough with me, but maybe that was because I kept trying to escape. I’d only get about two feet—crawling on my hands and knees—before I’d feel his hand close around my ankle or his arm loop around my hips, and he’d drag me back to where he wanted me. I’d shriek and scramble and call him names, but it all seemed to turn him on.
He flipped me onto my back and went down on me, my thighs clamped tightly around his face, his beard deliciously abrasive on my skin. I thought he might play games with me again, leave me hovering on the cusp and pull back again, but he didn’t. He came at me like a lion and didn’t stop until my body was rigid with tension, then convulsing in sweet relief.
“Fuck, I love the taste of you.” He gave me one final, bone-trembling lick up my center and jumped to his feet, yanking off his clothes. When he was naked, towering above me and stroking his cock, I got to my knees in front of him.
“My turn,” I whispered, running my hands up his strong, muscular thighs.
“Who said you got a turn?”
“Come on.” I looked up at him. “Play fair.”
“You want me in your mouth?” He pressed the tip to my chin, brushing it back and forth along my jaw.
“Yes.” My tongue darted out and licked the crown. “I want to make you come, just like you said.” My hands replaced his. “Feel you dripping on my lips.” I sucked just the tip, making him groan. “Taste you at the back of my throat.”
He grunted and cursed as I lowered my mouth onto him, then slowly pulled the elastic from my ponytail. Sliding his hands along the sides of my head, he wove his fingers into my hair and fisted them. My scalp prickled as I worked my lips up and down his thick, hard shaft, ran my tongue over rigid veins and smooth crown, licked and sucked and teased. I gave him a taste of his own medicine, taking him to the brink of climax and easing off, torturing him the way he’d tortured me.
But Xander was not a man easily toyed with. As playful as he could be when he wasn’t aroused, he was governed by a different side of himself when it came to sex. He liked control. He wanted to set the tone, the pace, the rhythm. He wanted to make the rules and enforce them.
“Kelly.” His fists tightened in my hair. “Goddamn it.”
I laughed, tasting the sweet saltiness of him on my tongue. His erection thickened and twitched once. I pulled him from my lips with a soft pop. “What?”
“You know what. Stop teasing me.”
“But it’s so much fun.” I took him deep once more and slid my finger along the sensitive skin behind his balls, teasing at his tightly puckered hole.
He sucked in his breath. “Oh, fuck.”
Suddenly I struggled to catch my breath between the quick, hard thrusts of his hips as his huge cock filled my mouth. Luckily for my lungs, he only lasted about eight seconds before I felt the hot stream at the back of my throat and the rhythmic throb of his orgasm between my lips.
“Jesus,” he said as the spasms faded. He pulled out, loosening his grip on my head as I gasped for air. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, gulping in oxygen. “Yes.”
“That was . . . you are . . . I can’t even . . . Jesus.”
Laughing, I wiped my mouth and looked up at him. “I like you too.”
“So tell me about this wife.” We were curled up in bed, Xander on his back and me tucked in along his side. “The one you’re on the hunt for.”