Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Goosebumps prickle my skin, my nipples chafing against the thin cotton of my white bra.
He doesn't seem to mind my boring underwear, though. He makes a low sound of approval deep in his throat as he pushes the costume off my shoulders and down my arms. "Jesus Christ," he groans. "You're fucking stunning, Madeline."
I fight the urge to cover myself as he sits back on his heels and just stares, drinking in my body like he's committing every curve and dip to memory.
"So goddamn beautiful," he murmurs almost reverently, his fingertips ghosting over my collarbone and down between my breasts.
"This spot right here," he rumbles, circling a single fingertip over my breastbone. My heart pounds so hard I feel it vibrating my bones. "The way your cleavage swells above the cups of your bra, like an offering just for me? I want to bury my face right here and never come up for air."
I moan, arching into his touch as he cups the heavy swells of my breasts. He squeezes gently, his thumbs grazing my nipples through the thin cotton. They pucker and tighten, straining toward his touch.
"These perfect fucking tits," he groans. "Full and round and made to fill my hands. I'm going to worship these later, unicorn. Take my time with them until you're sobbing for me."
"Drake," I whimper, my core clenching with need.
His hands trail lower, dancing over my belly. "This soft little thing is so fucking sweet." His eyes flicker to mine. "Every time I feel it against me, I get so fucking hard, Madeline."
He holds my gaze as he dips his head, placing his lips against it. I groan, arching against him as his beard tickles my skin. He nips and sucks, lavishing attention on my stomach as if he truly does find it sexy. And hell, maybe he does. Nothing about this man is ordinary.
He kisses lower, trailing his lips over my skin, leaving a blazing path of desire in his wake that has me ready to come unglued. I squirm beneath him, my breath coming in short, panting gasps as he moves down my body with agonizing slowness.
"Drake," I whine, arching toward his face, impatient and needy. "Please."
He chuckles, his warm breath fanning over my belly button. "Patience, unicorn. I'm savoring my Halloween treat."
"Your Halloween treat is going to poison you," I groan.
"At least I'll die satisfied."
Oh my god. He's so ridiculous. And so freaking sweet at the same time.
His fingers curl into the band of my cotton panties, and he tugs them down just enough to reveal the top of my mound to his heated gaze. I fight the urge to slam my thighs together, to hide myself from him. But the way he's looking at me like I'm the most delicious thing he's ever seen, keeps me still.
"Fuck," he growls, pressing a kiss to the top of my mound. "I haven't even seen it all, and I already know your pretty little cunt is going to be my next favorite spot on this gorgeous body, Madeline."
I moan as he nuzzles me through my soaked panties, his nose bumping my clit. Sparks of pleasure rip through my body, and I buck my hips against his face, chasing the thrill.
"You smell so fucking good," he rumbles, inhaling deeply. "I can't wait to taste you."
"Yes. Do that," I demand, making him smile.
"You're bossy when you want to come, unicorn."
"Poison, Whitlock. Poison," I remind him.
He grins before he flicks his tongue out, licking a broad stripe up my slit through the cotton. I cry out, my fingers sinking into his hair to hold him against me. He groans, lapping at me through the fabric, the pressure sending jolts of sensation radiating through my core.
"Drake!" I rock my hips against his face. "Please, I need…"
"I know, unicorn." He sits back on his heels and hooks his fingers in my panties, dragging them down my thighs and off.
He tosses my panties aside, and then his big hands are on my thighs, spreading me wide open for him. His blue eyes are molten, blazing with hunger as he stares at my pussy.
No one has ever even seen me naked, but he looks at me with such raw, naked desire that I don't feel awkward or shy. I immediately love how it feels—not to be stared at, but to be stared at by him. To see that look on his face.
"Madeline." His gaze flickers to mine. "You have the prettiest pink pussy. I'm going to eat it until you're gushing all over my face. Tell me I can."
"Yes. God, yes!"
He buries his face between my thighs, and I nearly scream at the first touch of his tongue against my bare flesh. He licks me from bottom to top, groaning as if I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.
"Oh god," I sob, my head thrashing on the runner. "Drake, yes!"