Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I lick my lips, arching my brow at him. “Seems like you like being at my mercy,” I tell him before curling my tongue along the crown of his thick cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his jaw tight, the veins popping along his neck.
It’s a sight to behold, for sure.
“I don’t think you want me to stop.”
He’s panting, his eyes wild, as I run my tongue from root to tip before repeating the motion.
“Don’t, Lou. Don’t you dare,” he warns, his voice dark and delicious.
“Mm, now who’s doing the pretty begging?” I ask just as his eyes flick to mine from where he was watching my tongue along his cock. Before he can say anything, though, I take him into my mouth. I grip the base, working it up and down with the bob of my head. He tastes salty, but that intoxicating smell of man floods my senses, and I ignore the pain in my jaw from taking him so deeply into my mouth. He’s so thick, but I want to please him. I want to give him everything he gave me, ten times over.
He threads his fingers through my hair, guiding me up and down on his cock. He tangles his fingers in the strands, squeezing, and I welcome the pain, woozy with the sounds of his pleasure. My pussy throbs, knowing I’m doing this to him. I’m causing this big, gorgeous man to come undone. When his hips start to buck, I take him deeper, tears spilling down my cheeks at how full he’s made me.
“Yes, Lou. Fuck, my cock was made for your mouth.”
Jesus, I’m going to come myself. I moan around his cock, and a sound leaves his lips from deep in his chest. My pussy throbs and I want to come, but I want to spoil him. I suck his cock fully into my mouth, his hips jerking up as his head drops back and my name falls from his lips. I move my hand between my legs, finding my nub and working it as I take him in and out of my mouth.
“Are you touching yourself?” he asks, and I open my eyes to find him watching me. Without removing his cock, I only nod, groaning around him as I pick up speed on my clit. “Stop.”
I cry out, but I do as he says.
“I will make you come,” he vows, and my pussy clenches.
I pull his cock out of my mouth, and through tears, I beg, “Please.”
He groans loudly, and I take him back in my mouth before he can utter another word. I work him, fast, urgently, and when he comes, he bucks up, pulling my hair as he fills my mouth with his come. It’s hot, salty, and I want more. I suck him dry, enjoying the way he thrashes and jerks in my mouth. I open my eyes, finding him watching me, those blue eyes almost as dark as a cloudy sky. A satisfied grin moves across my lips before I dip the tip of my tongue in the crown of his cock, and a string of curses falls from his lips.
“Fucking hell, Louisa.” He squeezes my hair in his hand, my name sounding so dirty on his lips.
I meet his gaze again, licking my lips. “Like you, I always lick my plate clean.”
Something flashes in his eyes before he drags me to him, our lips meeting in earnest. His hands are everywhere, pulling me close and wrapping around me to hold me against where his heart is slamming into his chest. I relish the feeling and how he holds me. Like I’m important. Something no one has ever done.
He tears his mouth from mine, running his nose along my jaw and lips. “I think I blacked out.”
I snort and then giggle loudly. “Good.”
“Devilish girl.”
I laugh at that since I’ve never thought of myself as devilish, but I do enjoy how he brings out this side of me. I lick my lips, and then the doorbell rings. His arms tighten around me, and I giggle against his neck.
“Any other day, no one is here,” he mutters against my ear.
I nod. “Right? Jeez,” I say, trying to pull away, but he isn’t letting me go. I look at the back door, and in the window at the top, I can see the hat the guy is wearing. It’s my delivery. “It’s my books. I’ve got to get those.”
He grumbles. “But that means you have to get dressed.”
I giggle as I untangle myself from him. “I could just put on your shirt,” I suggest, grabbing it from where it lies beside us. It’s wet from my release, but it isn’t like the delivery guy is going to be touching me. I throw it on and decide this needs to be quick so we can shower and get dirty again. I look over my shoulder at Ciaran to find him watching me. Gone is the playfulness, and concern fills his eyes. I bring in my brows, confused. “I can get another shirt—”