Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“I have a condition, too,” she says against my mouth, her fingers clawing into the bare skin on my back. “You never tell anyone about this. Ever. I don’t want it getting out that I’m a Tripp fucker. I may not know your name, but you have to be a Tripp, and your family is the worst.”
I kiss her harder and smile, my teeth pressing against hers through our lips. “Agreed. You have my word, Sully. Now lift your arms. I need your clothes off. Now.”
To my surprise, she obeys without another word, returning her arms to their place on the mattress above her head. I grip the bottom of her hoodie and tank top, ripping them both off at the same time, revealing a body that would launch a thousand ships. Her breasts are large, but firm and high on her chest, with pale nipples only a shade darker than her skin. Her stomach is taut and flat, with muscles visible on either side of her torso.
She’s fucking perfect, and I can’t wait to see the rest of her.
I grip the top of her sweatpants and cotton panties, dragging them down slowly, inch by inch, revealing more firm flesh, sexy hip bones, and finally, a thatch of dark blond hair. It isn’t neatly trimmed or tamed in any way. She’s a natural girl, just like her Viking forebearers must have been, and even though I haven’t been with a woman who doesn’t shave since I was a teenager, I find her untamed beauty completely sexy.
Suddenly, I can’t wait another second to taste her. I need her pussy on my mouth, her taste on my tongue. I need this bold girl helpless and writhing beneath me, proving I still have some control over my destiny.
Sea Breeze has pulled me back into its web for now, but it can’t keep me here. I’ll bury my brother, clean up his mess, pass the hideous mansion on the hill on to whatever relative wants to live in that house of horrors, and get back to my real life.
But in the meantime, I’ll distract myself by giving this girl a first fuck she’ll never forget.
chapter 3
GERTIE
I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but suddenly I’m naked in front of a man for the first time in my entire life.
Naked with a stranger, no less.
I know this man must be a Tripp—probably one of the older cousins who was sent away to business school, while Mark stayed here to learn the operation from the docks up—but I don’t even know his first name.
I’m about to lose my virginity to an anonymous asshole who thinks he can treat me like his own personal small-town prostitute.
Well, he has another think coming on that. No way in hell will I be trotting my ass down to his yacht every night to service his cock and sneaking out like a shameful secret the next morning. Yes, I would have been willing to sneak around with Mark, but Mark is a friend—sort of—not a pompous, arrogant shithead who thinks he’s—
“Oh my God,” I moan, my hands flying to tangle in the pompous shithead’s hair as he buries his face between my legs, his tongue swirling against my clit with a firm assurance that sends electric shocks of pleasure pulsing across my skin.
He kisses me there, in that place no man has ever kissed me, and I instinctively know no other man will ever measure up to this jerk’s mouth. His lips, his tongue, his teeth…he employs every tool at his disposal with the kind of skill I’m guessing only comes with hours and hours of devoted practice.
His tongue pushes inside me and I die a little. Then his tongue is on my clit and his fingers are inside me and things are happening that have only ever happened while I’m alone in my room with my vibrator between my legs and a steamy romance in my headphones.
I come.
And not just come, I come hard.
I come writhing and bucking into his lips and squirming shamelessly closer to his magical mouth. I come with an intensity that leaves my head spinning and my breath rushing so fast I can barely bleat in protest as he abruptly flips me onto my stomach and swats my ass.
Once I’ve managed to pull in a breath, I jerk my attention over my shoulder, in time to see him swat me again, hard enough to make my flesh sting.
“What was that for?” I demand, outraged and pissed off and…so fucking turned on I can barely stand it.
“For trespassing,” he says, swatting me again even as his other hand moves between my legs from behind. He strokes his fingers through my swollen, sensitive flesh, making me tremble. “And this is for having the most delicious pussy I’ve ever tasted.” The next two slaps are softer.