Total pages in book: 205
Estimated words: 204377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1022(@200wpm)___ 818(@250wpm)___ 681(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 204377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1022(@200wpm)___ 818(@250wpm)___ 681(@300wpm)
She swallows her next breath, her fingers raking through my hair, catching on braids and twisted knots, and slipping to the column of my neck.
I kiss every inch of her chest and abdomen. A kiss for every day she’s been here. A kiss for every cruel word I uttered to her. A kiss for every minute of that video with her cheating husband. A kiss for every tear she shed for her baby.
By the time I reach the juncture of her clenched thighs, she’s panting as raggedly as I am.
“Open your legs.” I nip at the patch of short red hair and drag my nose through it, down to the shadowed valley beneath, inhaling deeply. “Show me your secrets.”
Green eyes flick up, full of snow and swirling wind.
Then she spreads her legs.
Shadows and dew and pretty pink flesh. I groan at the view, burning up and unraveling from the inside out. To look upon her should be forbidden. She’s too potent. Too irresistible. I’ll die between those creamy thighs and be happy to do so.
Hoisting her legs over my shoulders, I trail kisses from her knees to the creases of her hips. When I reach my final destination, I groan at the taste of her. Sweeter than sweet and just as addictive, she opens wider for me, letting me bury my tongue, my face. Stretching my jaw, I’m feral for her. Mashing my mouth. Scraping my teeth. I feed.
Her vulnerability, her secrets, everything she keeps hidden from the world is laid out before me. An offering I’ll never be worthy of receiving. But I don’t care. As her body sheaths my tongue in delectable heat, I want the fantasy. The unobtainable dream. I want her.
Drawing her flesh into my mouth, I nudge her legs farther apart with my hands, spreading her, tugging her pelvis upward, higher, closer, grinding her against my lips.
Her hands clamp onto the edge of the counter, white-knuckled as I slide my face, my mouth, my tongue all over her, inside her, paying homage to her clit with each passing lick.
Every sound she makes sparks fire in my blood. Every tremble. Every clench. I could eat her for every meal, her taste as flavorful and filling as the richest wine, the tastiest cut of meat. Better even than her luxurious black cherries.
Tendrils of lust snake low in my belly, twisting and tightening with possessive instinct. The need to claim her drums in my chest, wreaking havoc on my heart rate, shaking my hands, and turning my cock into a painful steel rod.
I growl against the glorious heat of her, bending my knees to press closer, to reach deeper, my fingers plunging in tandem with my tongue. In and out, around and around, I can’t get enough. My mind might crack from trying.
“Frankie.” I suck and bite with abandon. “What are you doing to me?”
“Don’t stop.” She stares down at me, watching with hooded eyes, mouth open, tits jiggling, spine bowing. “Oh God, oh God, Leo!”
Fuck, she’s coming. I feel her coming all over my face, erupting and fusing, taking and giving. The sight of it razes me so completely I nearly bust a nut in my jeans.
When it finally recedes, I groan, low and deep, lapping up her wetness with soft, reverent licks.
“Again.” As I sink my tongue deep, it’s decided. I’m going to spend the rest of my life right here.
“No.”
“Yes,” I growl.
“Leo.” She grabs a hunk of my hair and wrenches my face upward, seizing my gaze. “I need your cock.”
Arousal thumps from my throat to my balls as I bare my teeth. “When I’m ready.”
“Don’t fuck with me, motherfucker. You’re ready.”
She grips the front of my waistband and hauls my pelvis closer, her fingers sinking behind the button, opening it with startling ease, and freeing the zipper. Before I can stop her, she has me in hand. My hot, swollen cock in both of her tiny, clenched hands.
Sliding that grip with ruthless zeal, she jerks me viciously until my lungs collapse and my knees buckle.
“Fuck me, asshole.” She hooks her legs around my back, digging her heels into my ass to draw me closer.
With a stony expression and both hands pumping feverishly along my length, she’s all fight and fists, sex and damnation. It’s terrible and exquisite, the pleasure simmering with vitriol. A few more strokes in her savage grip, and I’ll bathe her in come.
Good thing she’s not in charge.
“Easy.” I pry off her fingers and try to step back.
She’s having none of it, shoving her hands back into my pants and sinking her teeth into my pectoral.
“Fuuuuck.” I catch her arms and wrangle them between us. “Frankie, stop.”
I’m on the cusp of coming.
Hold on. Hold on, goddammit.
Breaking my hold, she reaches into my pants again. The instant her fingers grip me, I feel the surge of impending release. Rising, rising, rising…