Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
"Nah, I think I'll unwrap my present and enjoy it too," he breathes, dipping his head. His lips land against my heart. He places a sweet kiss there before using his teeth to drag the cups of my bra down.
I barely have time to feel the cool air against my skin before he's drawing one into his mouth. He licks and sucks and bites until I'm sobbing and writhing beneath him…and then he does the same exact thing to the other, working me into a frenzy.
When he's satisfied, he inches his way down my body, lavishing attention on every inch of skin he unveils. My dress rips bit by bit as he unwraps me slowly, taking his sweet time. By the time he rips the dress all the way, I'm ready to explode or implode or whichever one means I'm going to die if he doesn't give me some relief soon.
"Lift up, sweet girl," he murmurs, tapping me on the hip.
I lift my ass from the bed, watching as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and drags them down my legs. My knees shake, knocking together. I'm so turned on I can't think straight. I'm not nervous, though. Perhaps I should be considering what he's working with, but I've never been more ready or more certain of anything as I am of this man. He's what I want. He's what I've waited for my entire life.
It was worth it. The look in his eyes right now and the way he groans as he stares at me…totally freaking worth it.
He settles between my legs, dragging them up over his shoulders. "Need a taste," he breathes, almost as if he's talking to himself. "Just one."
He doesn't take just one. He parts my lower lips with two fingers and licks me from top to bottom, growling.
I cry out, clinging to the sheets as a bolt of pleasure shoots through me.
"Ah, goddamn." His gaze flicks to mine, his eyes clouded with lust. "I can't stop now." He licks me again. "You taste too fucking good, Éire." And again. "I need to feel you coming on my tongue." He groans like the thought alone is driving him crazy and then buries his face in my pussy.
I shout his name, rocking my hips against his face as he licks and sucks and teaches my body to sing for him. It does. Oh, God. It does. He spreads my legs wide, forcing his tongue into my hole. He uses it like a cock, fucking me with it until I'm babbling his name and pleading for mercy.
He doesn't have any for me. I don't think he's capable of it. He grinds his hips against the mattress, coming back for another taste again and again. I shatter apart, exploding into nothing. He doesn't stop. He keeps eating me, demanding another. I can't give it to him, I know I can't.
But I do anyway, letting him wring it out of me with his wicked tongue and those honey lips and those devilish fingers. He uses all three like weapons of mass destruction, annihilating me with them again and then a third time.
I scream as I crack apart, falling to dust. I shake and shiver and moan, riding a current of pleasure that goes on endlessly, stretching into forever.
I'm still floating when Crue pulls me into his arms, pressing his naked body to mine. His lips touch mine, breathing life back into me. I groan, tasting myself on him. I shouldn't like it, yet I do. I shouldn't want more, yet I do.
I slip my tongue into his mouth, loving the way our tastes combine on his lips. Loving the fact that I'm all over him. He rolls us until I'm straddling his hips, my breasts against his chest.
"I need you to run this show, Éire," he murmurs, running his hand down my hip. "If I try, I'm going to fuck you until you break."
"That sounds like a plan to me."
He chuckles through a groan. "Not your first time, baby. We need to take it slow so I don't hurt you."
"Fine." I pout down at him. "But you owe me, Crue."
"I'll pay in full just as soon as I'm sure you're ready," he promises, lifting me slightly to notch his erection at my entrance. His head falls back, his eyes going glossy. "Fucking hell, baby. I'm not even in you, and I can already feel how fucking tight you are."
"Yeah?" I lean down to whisper in his ear. "Then just wait until you're in me, Crue. You'll really feel it then."
He growls, his eyes flashing fire at me. "Get on my cock, Ireland. Before I forget why we need to take it slow."
I smirk, loving the way he responds to me. He doesn't hold anything back or try to pretend he feels less than he does. When he's turned on, he makes sure I know it. When he's happy, he shows me. He gives me every single part of himself, no reservations. I love that so freaking much.