Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
"Taking what's mine." I unzip his pants, reaching inside.
He growls a curse, his hips bucking into my hand.
I pull his cock out, fascinated by how hard he is. By how smooth the skin is. I can't even close my hand around him, but I work my fist up and down his shaft anyway, doing my best to set him ablaze like he does to me.
"Jesus Christ," he pants, his hands in fists against the door as he fights to let me have this moment. Every instinct he has demands he take over and take control, but he fights his nature just to give me what I want.
I sink to my knees in front of him, intent on taking something else.
"You want my dick in your mouth, Makenzie?"
"No. I want it down my throat."
Maybe I shouldn't talk like this. Maybe I should be a scared little virgin, too shy to ask for what I want. But that isn't me. It's never been me. I may not be experienced, but I know my own mind. I know my heart. And I want him with the ferocity he awoke in me when he touched me for the first time yesterday.
"Then open that smart ass mouth and take what you want, beautiful."
I could do that, but I don't. I toy with him first, teasing him the same way he did me tonight. I run my hands up and down his shaft, rub it against my face. I brush my closed lips back and forth over the head until he's the one writhing this time, his hips moving restlessly.
He grows more and more bossy by the minute.
"Get my fucking cock down your throat, Makenzie," he growls, plunging his hand into my hair. "Or you'll be wearing my—Fuck!"
I take him deep, plunging down on him in one quick move. He hits the back of my throat, gagging me. I instinctively start to pull back, but he picks this moment to pay me back for toying with him. His hand tightens in my hair. He holds me in place, letting me choke on him.
I press my thighs together, so turned on I might not survive this.
"You wanted me down your throat, be a good girl and take it." He pumps his hips in shallow thrusts until my eyes water. Only then does he pull back, allowing me to breathe. "Is this what you had in mind, Makenzie?"
He knows it is, damn him. Somehow, he can read me like a book. He knows every dirty thought in my head as if he's thinking them too. Maybe he is. Maybe that's why we fit so well together.
He plunges into my mouth again, using his grip on my head to give me exactly what I wanted. He takes my mouth, claiming it as his own. I bob on his cock, my eyes watering, my heart pounding. Freer than I think I've ever been in my life.
I slip my hand between my thighs, dipping into my panties to touch myself.
"Fuck yeah. Play with that hard little clit while you ruin me with that smart mouth, Makenzie." He plunges forward again, grunting and cursing. I choke again, but I fight to take more, wanting as much of him in my mouth as possible.
My fingers dance across my clit without rhythm. I need to come too badly.
"I knew you'd make me fall the minute I set eyes on you," he says. "But I didn't know you'd wrap those lips around me and suck the soul from my body. Jesus, baby. I might not ever leave this perfect fucking mouth."
I shatter into pieces, choking on his cock.
It's the best orgasm of my life.
He roars, pulling out of my mouth. Before I can even miss the taste of him, he's got me in his arms, stalking toward the bedroom. Somehow, he gets his hand down my panties while he goes. Two fingers plunge into me.
"Zion!"
He presses me up against the wall in the hallway, his mouth covering mine as he fingers me to the brink of another orgasm. As soon as my inner muscles start to flutter, he peels me away from the wall, finishing the short walk to the bedroom.
I'm flat on my back on the bed within seconds. And he's between my legs.
He doesn't give me time to prepare. He just rips the crotch out of my panties and attacks me with his mouth. Those same two fingers plunge into me again, working right alongside his magical mouth to drive me wild.
I claw and bite, feral in my need for him. I don't even feel like myself. I'm someone else—something else. So damn desperate to get him inside me, to embed him as deeply as I can get him. I didn't know love could feel like this.
So exhilarating. So terrifying. So damn good.
"Zion!" I cry, pissed when he leaves me tottering on the edge again. As soon as I'm about to tip over the side, he drags his mouth away from me. A yawning pit of despair opens in my stomach, growing bigger by the minute.