Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I grip her ass and yank her forward until she’s hanging off, her cunt wet and ready for me. I feast on her, devouring her and licking her, sucking on her tender skin while she writhes. But I don’t let her escape, don’t let her move a single inch away from where I want her.
“You brought this on yourself,” I say against her pussy. “You did this.”
“Sully!” she cries as I plunge a finger into her tight cunt.
“So wet for me, Petal. Wet and soft and ready for my cock.”
She moans as I feel her, reveling in how her walls close in on me. When I work another finger in, she lifts up on her elbows and looks down, her eyes wide.
“Punishment, Petal. That’s what you get.” I lick her clit long and slow.
Her head falls back as I press my lips against it and suck. I press my fingers inside her in a steady rhythm as I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue.
When her thighs start to shake, I move faster and rub the broadside of my tongue against her over and over until her breath catches in her throat and she comes hard, my name on her lips as she lets out a keen cry.
I don’t stop devouring her, not until she’s a puddle on the island, her body languid as she catches her breath.
Then I kiss her cunt and stand. Her taste is all over me, her scent ingrained in my cells. I want it to stay that way.
She looks up at me, her eyes glassy. “That was …”
I take her hands and pull her up so she’s sitting again. “Delicious.” I run my tongue along my lips.
“Amazing.” She sighs. “So perfect.”
My ego may grow a few sizes at that, but I’m a man, after all. One who loves pleasing his woman.
“Now, Petal.” I adjust my cock so it doesn’t strangle in its war with my boxer briefs. “What I was trying to tell you about my past …”
“Mmm-hmmm.” She runs her hand down my chest. “What about it?”
“I’ve done bad things. They were for my family, but they were bad. Things you wouldn’t understand. I don’t want you to think I’m still that guy, because I’m not.”
“Done bad things for your family, hmm?” She stretches toward me and drops another kiss on my lips. “Doesn’t sound so bad.”
“If you knew my family, then you’d–”
A series of beeps sounds from the front door.
“Shit!” I swipe her off the counter and set her behind me, then reach across the island and pull out a kitchen knife.
“What is it? Is it my father?” She clutches my back.
The door swings open, and I’m ready to gut whoever it is.
Reeve steps in, then looks up and sees me. “The fuck you gonna do with that, Chef Dumbass?”
16
ORCHID
“Turn the fuck around!” Sully's voice booms through the house.
I thought I’d heard him mad before, but this is completely different. He sounds murderous. I don’t get a chance to see whoever it is that came through the door. Sully had already moved me off the kitchen island and put his shirt that I’d taken off him on me. It all happened so fast I’m surprised I don’t have whiplash.
Sully stalks back over to the kitchen island and grabs my shorts that have my panties tangled inside them.
“Living room,” he says to the man. I start to move back out of the kitchen so I can get a peek for myself at whoever this stranger is, but Sully’s on me again, rushing me back toward the bedroom. “You don’t have bottoms on,” he grumbles.
“Your shirt falls to my knees. If I had my shorts on, you wouldn't see them anyways,” I point out when we finally make it back to the bedroom. Sully slams the door behind us. “Sully.” I whisper his name. He’s so mad and worked up. His temperament is different than I’ve seen before. I would be lying if I didn’t admit that his protectiveness over me turns me on. I love the fact that he wants me to be for his eyes alone.
“Shit, fuck, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to scare you.” He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
“I’m not scared, well, of you at least.” I lick my suddenly dry lips.
“I don’t want you to ever be scared of anything.” He cups my cheek with one of his big hands. I lean into his touch. Showing affection in public wasn’t really a thing where I came from. Even my own father never showed me any growing up. I want to soak up as much as I can.
“I don’t like seeing you upset. It worries me.”
“Well, I don’t want my fucking brother seeing my woman naked.” I swear this big bear of a man standing in front of me is actually wearing what looks like a pout.