Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
His eyes darken. “You and that mouth.”
I lean in, licking his top lip. “Then shut me up.”
Riggs’s fingers bite into my skin as he growls deeply.
Like, actually growls. Like a dog.
It’s hot as fuck.
And by the serious look in his eyes, I think my mouth may finally be getting me in trouble.
A kind of trouble I want more than I want my next breath.
CHAPTER 15
Riggs
I may come in my pants like a wee lad discovering Pornhub.
I haven’t even gotten between her legs yet, and I’m ready to blow my load.
Between her sexy-ass body and her pouty lips that belong to a smart-ass mouth, I’m unsure how much more I can take.
I’m breathing like I’ve been doing laps on the ice for hours, and if I’m honest, this is the new normal when it comes to her.
She drives me out of my goddamn mind.
I trail my hands down her body, hating that the shirt is hiding what I so desperately want. I reach for the hem of said shirt, and she lifts her arms for me before I throw the tee behind me. I gaze down at her tits, looking like little teardrops with dusty pink nipples that are screaming to be feasted on. I lean in, running my lips down the middle of her chest before I cup her breasts in my hands. I stroke my thumb across one nipple while I swirl my tongue over the other. She moans loudly, her thighs squeezing my hips, bringing me closer to her core. She’s burning hot between her legs, and I groan against her taut nipple before switching to the other.
“Such pretty nipples.”
“Riggs,” she pleads, sending fire throughout my veins. I nibble on the underside of her breast before I move a hand between her legs.
“Fucking fuck, baby girl, you’re soaked,” I say on a strangled moan, and she arches against my hand. Her panties are wet, and I know once I move the thin fabric to the side, I’ll have no choice but to drown in her.
“For you,” she says on a gasp, and a lusty red haze appears at the sides of my vision.
I hook my fingers into the thin fabric, my fingers brushing her wet center, and I’m rewarded with a throaty moan that goes straight to my cock. I didn’t think I could be any harder, but she proves I can. I meet her gaze as I yank it off, and I hear the sound of her thong tearing before I push the fabric away as if it’s offended me. Her eyes are hooded, pupils blown as she looks at me like I’m the only thing she wants.
Wow. I like how that makes me feel.
I look down, her center glistening, swollen, and bare. “Mmm,” I say, running my fingers along her lower lips. “Such a pretty pussy.”
Her chest heaves, her eyes dark with lust as I fall to my knees before her. I’m a big guy, and on my knees, her pussy is right there for the taking. As I’m about to lean in, I notice I have three sets of eyes on me, and one of them is barking like a mad fool. “Boys! Go lie down. I’ll give you attention once I’m done getting my fill here.”
The dogs scurry off as Clara pants above me. I look up at her, entranced by how beautiful she is, as I take her by her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the counter. Her eyes are dark as I bring each leg up over a shoulder before dropping my mouth to her weeping center. I lick her from her entrance to her clit in one swoop that has her jerking against my face. Her juices coat my tongue, and I almost roar in victory. I have thought of nothing but getting my mouth on her pussy since I saw her fingers there, and while the wait was pure torture, the taste of her is worth it.
Clara’s dainty fingers dig into my hair, her nails biting into my scalp as a choked moan leaves her lips. “Riggs. Fuck yes.”
Her groaned words make me feral as I devour her. I lick her like she is forbidden fruit I’m not allowed to indulge in. Her mewls, her moans, her hisses are a symphony as I swirl my tongue around her clit. She tastes so fucking sweet, so fucking perfect, I can’t get enough. I push a digit inside her, and she arches off the counter. I grin against her wanton center, but when she clenches my finger with her sweet pussy, I’m the one moaning.
“Mmm, your pussy is strangling me, baby girl,” I mutter against her clit as I add another finger and curl them up to hit that spot I know she wants me to touch. “So fucking perfect, baby girl.” Her juices gush around my fingers, and I grin. “Is my baby girl a slut for praise?”