Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“You sure?” He kneeled between my legs, spreading them.
“Aye!” I whined. “Lewis!”
“Fuck, you are horny,” he teased as he reached for the zip on my shorts. “But I’m going to take care of you, mo chridhe. I always will.”
Excitement made me speechless as I whipped off my T-shirt and bra. My boobs were a bit tender and my bra felt tight.
Lewis paused on shuffling my shorts and knickers down. “Jesus … your tits …”
“What?” I threw the shirt off the couch.
In answer, he cupped them in his hands and squeezed.
I moaned, arching into him as pleasure-pain scored down my belly. Lewis groaned, kneading my breasts, his thumbs rolling over my tight, hard nipples.
“You’re so sexy, it’s going to kill me,” he said gruffly.
A glance down at his jeans revealed his cock straining against his zipper.
I wanted it in me. “Please,” I pleaded.
He gave me one last knead before he coasted his hands down my stomach. “It’s hard to believe there’s a baby in there.”
“Yup.” I nodded frantically. “It happened because last time we were like this, you were fucking me into the next world.”
“God, you’ve got a mouth on you when you’re horny.” He tugged my shorts down and stopped midthigh. The groan he let out was so guttural I almost thought he’d come. “Baby …” He slid two fingers into me easily I was so drenched. “I didn’t realize—” Lewis’s eyes flared with heat. “I’m sorry. My poor girl, so fucking needy and where have I been?”
“You’re here now,” I gasped as he withdrew his fingers and plunged back in.
“You’ve never been so wet,” he muttered, gritting his teeth as he pumped into me with his fingers. “God, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt.”
“Hurry. I need ...”
Lewis quickly pulled my shorts and underwear completely off, throwing them over his shoulder.
“Take off your shirt. I want to see you.”
He did, revealing his beautiful, strong, sculpted body. And the tattoo of me on his shoulder. The tattoo of the Adair Family crest above his left pec. And another tattoo, script writing beneath his right rib that I hadn’t paid much attention to last time we were like this. I reminded myself to take a closer look later as another flush of arousal moved through me. Lewis felt it as he pressed his fingers back inside.
I bent my knees, arching my hips into his touch. “Harder, faster.”
“Like this?” He thrust into me.
My orgasm hit abruptly, and I came around his fingers.
“That’s it, mo chridhe, take what you need.”
As I shuddered and convulsed around him, he didn’t stop. Instead, he pressed his thumb over my clit and began to rub. The tension started to build again instantly. “Lewis.” I tried to reach for him, and he braced his other hand by my shoulder, leaning over me so I could. I smoothed my hands over his chest, his stomach. My fingers trailed over the script on his ribs.
Once he’s gazed upon her, a man is forever changed.
I knew those words. They were from one of our favorite bands growing up. Lord Huron lyrics from one of my favorite songs.
“Lewis,” I gasped, my eyes questioning.
He glanced down at my hand trailing over the lyrics. Then looked deep into my eyes. “Aye.”
And I knew he meant they were about me.
I groaned, love and lust a powerful surge inside me. I wanted to feel all of him, to show him how much his love meant. Possessiveness thrummed through me as I slid my hand toward his cock. But he grabbed and pinned it before I could reach it.
I clenched around his fingers.
His nostrils flared. “I forgot how much you like that.” His grip on me tightened as he held down my arm and started fucking me with his fingers. “Come for me again, Callie. Drench my fingers, baby, like I want you to drench my cock.”
At his surprisingly filthy words, the climax hit me like a lightning bolt. I screamed, my eyes rolling back in my head as I came. And came.
I was still shaking, my inner muscles throbbing as Lewis took my right nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. It was all too much. My entire body, my nerve endings zinged with pleasure that was on the precipice of pain. I’d never felt anything like it. As he lavished attention on my breasts, I couldn’t help but touch him wherever I could reach. My fingers in his hair, loosening the tie holding it off his face, on his neck, my nails scratching down his back as he played with my nipples until they were sore and swollen.
“Lewis, please,” I begged.
He gave me some reprieve, kissing his way down my stomach, his touch tender, loving, and allowing me a moment to catch my breath.
But only a moment.
He gripped my thighs, spread me wide, and lowered his head between them. I was so hypersensitive that the mere touch of his beard against my inner thighs caused a mini convulsion to ripple through me.