Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76172 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76172 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
The scent of her arousal slams into me as I tease her belly button with the tip of my tongue. I turn into a feral animal, one that probably couldn’t be held back if someone tried.
“Emmett!” she screeches at the first swipe of my tongue against her clit.
I moan at the way she grips my hair in her ineffectual fingers. The sting in my scalp is only part of the arousing puzzle we’re working on together.
With my arms under her legs, my hands cupped over, I hold her in place, desperate to know what it feels like for her to come on my tongue. She doesn’t disappoint, her body giving me exactly what I need in mere seconds.
I need this to last, but my insistent body is working on a compromise I can’t help but agree with. Hard and fast now, just to take the edge off, and then slow and exploratory later.
My lips are glistening with her orgasm, but that doesn’t stop her from pulling me up, her mouth angled toward mine as I settle between her legs.
The kiss is fiery and full of need, the orgasm she just had only half of what her body is demanding from me. I pull my hips back, a hundred percent ready to oblige whatever she demands of me.
I keep my eyes locked on her face. The pinch of pain she’ll feel is unavoidable. I know she isn’t a virgin, but it’s clear she hasn’t done much. Every touch seems like a new experience, and I hate that asshole she mentioned before even more. She deserves to be cherished, worshipped, given everything she could imagine and then some.
“Feel me,” I say when I press forward, my cock demanding that I shove fully inside of her.
She nods, her head jerking as if she’s losing some motor function.
“I’m yours,” I tell her. “Take me.”
Her mouth hangs open, her eyes wide as I press in further. Her fingers are curled into my flesh but she’s trying to tug me closer, not attempting to push me away.
When she spreads her legs wider, wrapping her ankles around my thighs, I nearly lose my fucking mind.
“Good girl,” I praise, her eyes lighting up. I have to smile at finding another thing she likes so much.
My cock jerks, the threat of orgasm right on the surface that quickly.
“Feel good?” I ask, my own eyes rolling back when she flexes those inner muscles as if trying to determine her answer.
“Yes,” she pants. “For you?”
“The best fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life, Devyn. You’re addictive. Don’t know how we’ll ever be able to get anything done.”
She chuckles, a movement that makes her body grip me even tighter.
I pull back, slowly pressing forward again, and her mouth hangs open even further.
I set a pace that I feel like I can maintain, watching her with every push forward and retreat. The muscles in my back threaten to lock up, my balls drawing tight against my body.
When she leans forward, coming up to rest on her elbows so she can watch my intrusion, I nearly lose it again. I press my forehead to hers, both of us locking our eyes on our connection.
“See how well you take me?”
I feel her head dip in acknowledgment, her breath growing more and more ragged, telling me she not only enjoys what’s happening but my words turn her on as well.
“Touch your clit.”
Her hands are shaking as she reaches it, but she perseveres, her small hand working that delicious knot of nerves quickly. God, I would drain my bank account to pay for a front-row seat of watching her do just that for an hour.
“Baby,” I pant. “You’re making me come.”
For a flash of a second, I want to rip the condom off and fill her up with my cum. I want everything that could possibly accompany that action. The baby. The tits full of milk.
I’m breathless as my cock kicks inside of her, my mind racing as I consider the possibility of a newfound fucking kink because the idea of breeding her, putting my baby inside of her, slams into me like a ten-ton truck.
The pulse of my orgasm is unlike any other I’ve experienced in my lifetime.
“Emmett,” she moans, her hand working faster and faster, and then she falls, the clamp of her around me prolonging my own orgasm until I’m scared I’ll crush her.
I fall to the side mere inches from on top of her.
The tremble in her muscles matches mine as we both remain silent, basking in the afterglow.
There’s no urge to pull away, no warning bells going off in my head that this was a mistake.
As much as I claimed this woman, I let my eyes flutter closed, knowing full well she fucking owns me.
Chapter 29
Devyn
Unlike the night I spent with Seb, Emmett never pulled away from me.