Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Oh, God! The door.”
“Don’t worry.” I chuckled. “I locked it behind me when I brought you in here.”
“More.” Her demand was more a breathy sigh, one I was only too happy to comply with.
I began a slow and deliberate dance of caresses and kisses, teasing her sensitive flesh with feather-light touches and nips that sent shivers cascading through her body. I traced the delicate lines of her belly button with my tongue, dipping inside to taste the salty-sweet sweat that had erupted over her body.
She gasped, her body tense. I whispered into her ear, “You want this, don’t you? You want my hands on you, Lemon?”
She nodded her head in quick little jerks. I gently eased down her body, her curves undulating beneath my hands and lips, trailing my fingers over her, my mouth and tongue over all that delicious skin. Lemon writhed under me, even as I held her still to kiss the bruising over her torso where she’d been kicked.
My shoulder ached like a mother, but there was no way I was missing this. I’d take the pain with a smile and a fucking princess wave if I could just enjoy this encounter with Lemon to a spectacular conclusion.
As I made my way down her body, I took my time, wanting to savor every second we had. I didn’t want this moment to end. Lemon’s breathing was erratic, her body bucking against me as if she couldn’t contain the passion that flowed through her.
Her eyes were shining, mirroring my own desire, as I slowly pulled her shorts over her hips and down her legs before tossing them on the floor. I hadn’t provided her with panties yet and I wasn’t sure I was going to. I like the idea of having access to her anytime I wanted it. And I would most definitely be doing this with her again.
She shoved her hips up, revealing her wet folds, inviting me in. My fingers delved between her lips, spreading the juices I found there. Denying myself a taste wasn’t even an option.
I stuck my fingers in my mouth once. Then repeated the whole process, playing with her outer lips before thrusting two fingers inside her once more and licking them clean.
“Fuckin’ sweet as fuckin’ honey.” My voice was a husky rasp. And really. I’d never tasted anything as wonderful as Lemon’s sweet pussy. It was more than the physical experience and the fact that she ate up the attention I was happy to lavish on her. There was no artifice, no ultimate goal for her. She’d already declared herself my old lady. While I suppose I could pat her on the head, tell her she was cute, then move on, I knew I’d never leave her. Or let her leave me. She had no reason to pretend to enjoy this. And, really, this was Lemon. She never did anything she didn’t want to, nor would she continue doing something she’d started if she decided it wasn’t for her.
With a groan, I dipped my head to her pussy and took a long, slow, satisfying lick from her opening to her clit. The second I did, Lemon… went wild.
“Fuck! Rocket!” she screamed, and I had to lunge up to cover her mouth with my hand.
“Shh… You don’t want to wake Effie. She’ll want you to stay with her and we’ll have to stop.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Her voice was muffled behind my hand, and she gripped my thick wrist with her much smaller hand and held it tightly over her mouth. The next time I licked at her clit, she clung to me, screaming into my hand with a ferocious, muffled roar. It made me feel ten fucking feet tall.
Before she’d finished coming, I moved up her body, wedging my hips between her legs. I let her come down by kissing her over and over, wanting her sane but still on the verge of out of control.
“That’s it, woman. Give me all of you. Your screams. Your pleasure. Your pain. My… woman…”
I had no idea what nonsense I was spouting, but I knew I meant every fucking word.
As I kissed Lemon gently, her breathing began to slow down and her body relaxed under mine. Her eyes met mine, and I could see a mix of love, lust, and a strange sort of vulnerability that I had never seen before. I didn’t let her thoughts linger too long, instead, I held her gaze and told her what I expected of her.
“You’re my woman, Lemon. From this point forward.” My cock kissed her entrance and she squirmed, trying to get closer. She nibbled her bottom lip and her brow furrowed. I knew she was with me but still reaching for the pleasure she knew I was going to continue. “Hold still,” I snapped.
“No,” she bit out. “I want you inside me.”