Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Luke’s mouth found my aching center and with just as much aggressiveness as his kisses, his tongue invaded me. I screamed, and writhed and came with pure ecstasy and pleasure. I was still coming down from my orgasm when he grabbed me under my arms, lifting me from the counter and pulled me to the floor, leaving my dress. I needed him inside me. “Please Luke,” I moaned. It had been too long.
“Please what Dallas? Tell me what you want.”
I take back what I said earlier. I loved hearing him call me by name. “I want you to fuck me,” I said breathlessly. His mouth was unrelenting; kissing everything on me and all I could do was moan and throw my head back. The kitchen floor was hard, but at that moment I was floating on air.
“How you want it baby?” Luke asked in my favorite raspy voice.
“I don’t care, Luke. Just give it to me.” He pulled away from me and sat back on his knees between my legs.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded. I let my hands drift to my breasts, rolling my nipples between my thumb and fingers pulling on them hard. I ran my hands down my stomach then over my lips, down to my entrance. I inserted a finger and it felt so good I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, throwing my head back once again. The thrill of touching myself in front of him, alone had me nearly coming.
“Fuck, you are so hot, and all mine.”
I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me. He was so sexy sitting there with his fists clenched like he was trying to hold back from touching me himself. His arms were flexed and his muscles bulged showing several veins running down his arms, weaving in between his tattoos.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up so that I was face to face with him. He took the finger that was inside me only moments ago and placed it in his mouth, sucking my juices off of my own hand. I quivered with excitement. Everything he did turned me on and he kept getting sexier. Too soon, he pulled my finger from his mouth and kissed the tip of it before standing gracefully in front of me.
“Undress me.” I instantly dropped to my knees in front of him. He stood over me with his thumbs in the pocket of his jeans looking down at me on the floor at his feet. I took a moment to look at him, memorizing every curve of his arms, every ripple of his abs and every line of his tattoos. He was the epitome of male perfection.
I looked directly in front of me. My position made me eye level with his crotch. Oh my. When I pulled his pants and underwear down, he sprang free greeting me with all of his impressive length. It looked like it had grown since I had seen it last and my thighs moistened from the wetness of my center. I took him in my hand, rubbing the soft satiny skin back and forth between my fist. I leaned forward, circling my tongue around the head and almost came apart when a moan escaped his lips. I looked up to see his head leaning back while his hand grabbed the back of my head and encouraged me to go deeper. I pulled him into my mouth, sucking until he reached the back of my throat.
I remembered doing this exact same thing to him in this exact same position only weeks ago, but this time he was letting me do it on my own. I was fixing to remove my hand and let him guide me as he had done before when he pulled out my mouth and pulled my hair, wanting me to stand. Shit this was hot. He took my hand once I was on my feet and led me to the living room.
Before I knew what was happening, I was thrown over the couch and he was at my entrance. “I have wanted you so bad these past few days,” he whispered behind me, his voice once again soft and smooth. His fingers ran the length of my back while my ass was arched up in front of him. He trailed a finger down my ass and when it got there he pushed with just the tiniest amount of pressure. I scrambled to get up and away. I had done a lot of things in my life, but that was not one of them. First, it freaked me the hell out. Second, it just wasn’t natural, and I forgot the third when his finger moved to my clit, rubbing small circles over it.
“Tell me whose this is Dallas,” he said stroking me.
“Yours,” I answered through a moan. Fuck I loved it when he said that. He slipped his finger inside of me and began moving it in and out with ease.