Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Another kiss on the outside of her shoulder, in the hollow of her collarbone, and the center of her sternum, and then I lay my cheek to her chest, listening to her heartbeat. The thud sounds like life. Hers. Mine. Ours.
More kisses across her ribs and down her side, to her hip. I press my lips to her mound, well above her clit, and she hollows her stomach, tilting her hips toward my mouth for more like the greedy girl I know she can be. That I want her to be, but only for me.
Always, forever, only for me.
I push her legs apart with my shoulders, opening her pretty pussy to my gaze. A surge of masculine pride sweeps through me, knowing that all the wetness visible at her core is for me. Every cell in my body wants her sweetness, but I punish us both by denying the taste I desperately want. Instead, I lick and kiss and nibble my way up one trembling thigh and then the other until she’s squirming, her hands starting to fight my hold.
“Do you forgive me?” I murmur against her skin, licking the sensitive seam where her thigh meets her body.
A shudder goes through her and she moans, “Uh-huh.”
“Do you understand how much I love you?” I lick the same line on the other side.
“Uh-huh.”
She’s starting to writhe in my grip, and more than her losing control, which I would welcome and relish, I fear I’m about to break through every restraint I have on myself. “Look at me.”
I’m between her thighs, her legs over my shoulders and my hands holding hers to the bed while I give orders. By all appearances, I am the one in a power position here. But she is absolutely in charge. Especially when she lifts her head from the bed and looks down her body at me.
“I love you, Riley.” And with our eyes still locked, I lick through her wet entrance with the flat of my tongue. She tries to watch, I can tell she does, but the overwhelming pleasure has her eyes rolling back and her head flopping to the bed.
She groans my name, long and low in her chest, and it’s answer enough for whether she believes me… trusts me… loves me too.
Finally, I have my favorite taste—Riley’s pussy—on my tongue again. I devour her, burying my nose against her mound and rubbing my mouth across her whole center. I want to be coated in her cream, marked by her arousal, and claimed as hers. I work her hard, taking her to the edge and then backing off, over and over, until she’s pleading with me to please let her come.
With a growl, I renew my efforts once again, sucking her clit into my mouth and battering my tongue over the sensitive nub to take her to the highest high. “Do it. Come all over me so I can drink you down,” I rumble against her, not willing to let there be any space between us for something as unimportant as words.
Her breath hitches, and I can feel her whole body on the precipice of shattering. I hold back my triumphant grin in favor of sucking her even harder. And I’m rewarded when she shatters. Her body spasms, waves racking through her one after another, and her thighs clamp onto either side of my head, muffling the outside world until my only thought is of her. I let her ride it out, and only when I feel the tremors start to slow do I release her hands.
It’s not to pull my cock out, though. It’s to slide two fingers into her still pulsating pussy. I push on her belly, down low, and pet the spot inside her that she loves. She thrashes against me, whining, “Too much, too soon.”
I don’t stop because even as she says it, her body is chasing me for more, her pussy clamping onto my fingers to keep me inside her. “Go again for me. I want you messy with cum so I can fuck you hard, baby. I need to fuck you hard.”
I wish I could say that I want to make love to her gently and sweetly. But I don’t. I want to imprint myself onto Riley’s soul as deep and rough as she can handle. It’s primitive, and probably wrong, but it’s what I want.
“Fuck, Cameron. Do it, please.”
Wrong or right, it’s what Riley wants too.
Still, I keep finger fucking her, and even though she’s covered in her arousal, I spit on her clit and use the saliva to slip my thumb over the nub too. That does it, and she finds heaven again. I do my best to ride it out for her, but I think she’s still quivering when I rip my slacks open and shove them down my thighs. To take them off, I’d have to stand up from the bed, and there’s no time for that. I need to be inside her right now.