Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
She was like that because of me. All because of me.
I lifted my gaze over her slightly rounded belly, along the indentation of her navel, and stopped when I got to her big, handful-sized breasts. Her nipples were a deep pink, hard, my mouth watering even more for a taste of her.
“I need you,” she whispered.
My body burned alive at hearing her say that.
Christ.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I said truthfully.
“I need you now,” she repeated with more desperation in her tone.
My throat tightened, my desire ready to burn me alive. I groaned. “I should go slow. We should take our time.”
She shook her head. “We’ve done enough of that to last a lifetime.”
This woman was my everything, and hearing her say that had this primal need filling me. I wanted this moment to be special for her. But as I stared at her face, I knew that because we were together, it was already so fucking special. I could have easily lost control the moment I kissed her, but I was reining it in. I was trying to go slow for her.
All I could think about was unleashing the passion I’d had for Lenora all these years in the most physical of senses.
And as I stared into her eyes, I knew she was right here with me, wanting that too.
Chapter Eleven
Lenora
“God, I’ve never seen anyone or anything as beautiful as you. I never will,” Beckham groaned out, his voice deep, slightly gruff.
I shouldn’t have checked him out the way I was, so obscene and lewd-like, but there was no helping it. He was all hard muscles and golden skin.
Beckham was rough around the edges, yet smooth enough he could have been called a pretty boy. He was in shape without obsessively trying to be.
And as I let my gaze lower to what he sported down below... all I could do was swallow in appreciation.
He had a massive erection, thick and long, huge and big enough I felt my throat tighten. The crown of his cock was slightly wider than the shaft, and my inner muscles clenched as I imagined him trying to push all of those monstrous inches into my virgin body.
I swallowed hard, this sudden lump in my throat.
“You can’t stare at me that way, baby.”
I lifted my gaze from his cock and knew my eyes must be wide as saucers.
“Because I’m liable to come just from the fact that you’re looking at my dick.” His voice was even more guttural now.
“I’m so wet for you,” I whispered.
“God, Lenora,” he said in this strained whisper. And as I watched him grab his cock, his hand large but not dwarfing it in the slightest, I felt my heart beat even harder.
Every part of me felt hot, with emotions and sensations crashing through me.
And the way he looked at me was like a man dying to have more.
And I was that more.
“I want you so fucking badly, Lenora.” Hearing him say that sent fire through my veins.
I lifted my hands and ran them up his arms, feeling his muscles flex under my touch. I was wet, so soaked it felt slippery between my thighs.
And it was all for Beckham. It had always been for him.
He made this low sound deep in his chest, all feral and crazed.
Then his big body covered mine. He had his hands on my chest, his mouth on mine. The way he kissed me had all common sense and rationalization leaving me violently. My legs were spread so damn wide for him, and I felt his cock right on my pussy. He was hot and hard, like velvet over steel.
“I can feel how wet you are for me,” he said breathlessly. He licked my bottom lip, and I couldn’t hold in the groan that spilled from me. Beckham moved his mouth over my jaw and started sucking at my pulse point right below my ear, running his tongue along my flesh, and gently biting me until my entire body tightened. It felt so good.
He felt so good.
“I’m burning up for you.” I couldn’t even breathe, let alone think straight. “I need you.”
He started pressing his cock against my pussy over and over again, long seconds passing.
My hands were shaking, my passion so potent it was like another person inside me.
Beckham lowered his gaze to my breasts, and I wondered if he took notice at how hard my nipples had become, as if begging for his mouth.
Without saying anything, he leaned forward, his upper body pressing me farther back on the bed. And when I felt his tongue on one of my nipples, I closed my eyes and bit my lip as ecstasy coursed through me.
I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat. I gathered the sheets in my hands, pulled at them, feeling everything in me come alive even more as he alternated between each breast, sucking and licking at the turgid peaks until I shook from how good it all felt.