Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
His hands grabbed my butt cheeks, and his fingertips bit into the plump flesh. “Goddamn,” he swore. “That ass.”
His teeth sank into one side, and I yelped, which caused a deep rumble of laughter from him, followed by a hard slap on the other.
“Sit down. I’ll focus on this ass another night. Tonight, I need something else.”
Turning to face him, I sat down, fighting want and nerves at the same time. He grabbed my left ankle and put my foot up on the cushion the exact way I had sat on Sunday when I got off to thoughts of him doing something almost identical to this. He had been shirtless though in that fantasy.
When he lowered himself between my legs, I reached for the shirt he was wearing, fisting it. “Off,” I told him.
A cocky grin touched his face as he pulled it over his head and tossed it.
My eyes went to his bare chest. I wanted to explore those tattoos. Study them. Just not at this moment. He ran the back of his finger up and down the quivering flesh exposed to him.
“Even your cunt is perfect. I can’t find one fucking flaw.” His voice sounded almost worshipful.
My hand instinctively went to my chin. I had never thought about the small cleft in it until Alec. He’d made fun of it one night while he was drinking. It had stayed with me.
Oz reached up, wrapping his hand around my wrist, and his eyes narrowed.
“Why did you do that?” he demanded.
I hadn’t meant to. He had said flaws, and it had been my first reaction.
“I have flaws,” I said because he needed to be made aware of that, lest he be disappointed later.
He shook his head. “That chin,” he said, his eyes dropping to it and heating, “one of my favorite parts of your face.”
Was he serious?
A possessive gleam was in his eyes as he gave me a sexy wink and lowered his head until his mouth was less than an inch from me. I wasn’t breathing, and I was on the verge of pleading when he stuck his tongue out. The metal from his piercing caught the light from the lamp before he laid it flat on my opening, and in one long, slow swipe, it went up to my clit, where he started flicking it with the piercing. I had never thought about that piercing in my fantasies. An error I wouldn’t make again.
A finger slid inside me, and the combination of both took my small moans of pleasure to cries of bliss. “Oh God!”
Oz lapped at my nerve-filled nub while fucking me with fingers on one hand and holding me open with the other.
“My name,” he growled against me. and I shuddered.
“Oz,” I said.
He nodded, his hooded eyes looking up at me through his lashes while he tasted me as if he couldn’t get enough. “God isn’t gonna be the one who makes you come. That’ll be me.”
“You always are,” I breathed out, telling the truth.
A feral glint hit his eyes. “Is that right?” he asked.
“Yes.” I nodded, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.
“Fuuuck.” The hand that had been holding me open moved down to his waist, and I saw him begin to unzip his jeans.
Had he changed his mind? Was he going to fuck me?
I wanted him to. I wanted to feel him deep inside. But I was also afraid that would be it. Tonight would be all I got of him, and I wasn’t ready to lose him yet. Just a few more times. At least.
His mouth became more aggressive as he began to pump his cock. The sight of that was going to make me orgasm, but I couldn’t stop looking. The swollen purple head bobbing with each hard jerk.
“Do you think about this? My mouth on you?” he asked. “Eating this sweet pussy.”
“YES! And having you shoved deep inside me.” I almost shouted the words as the blast of pressure hit and my legs began to shake.
I screamed his name, grabbing the back of his head and holding him there as my body quaked with each pulse that rushed through it. He stuck his tongue inside me, and the feel of the bar as it teased my opening extended the wave of nirvana claiming me.
“Nothing ever—oh my God,” I moaned and finally began to start to come down.
He didn’t stop or even ease up. I pulled on his hair because I’d become too sensitive. He shook his head and growled like a wild animal who wasn’t done with their meal.
“GAH! FUCK!” he shouted, his mouth finally releasing me as his body shuddered, and thick white shots of his release hit his abs and coated his hand.
That had to be the most breathtaking image I’d ever seen.
He watched me, his chest rising and falling hard. The gray irises almost black. “I hadn’t planned on that part. I was trying to keep it all about you,” he said. “But I was already leaking pre-cum from finally getting my mouth on your pussy, and then you started talking about masturbating to me, and I snapped.”