Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 136247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
She’s never been treated the way she deserves, loved the way she ought to be loved, worshiped from head to toe with my tongue, my hands, and every wicked inch of me intent on keeping her fulfilled.
I could tell she was starved the first time I brought her off with my hands.
And tonight, after we’re back from the Neuman place to check on the goats and I’ve spent a few frustrating hours trying to draw more info out about Pickett without much luck, I dive right into the one thing I can still control.
What happens with my best friend, my obsession, and the hottest angel ever come to Earth. I think we’ve got ourselves a slice of Eden.
Feels like it as I slowly lay her down on my bed.
My breath catches at how fucking gorgeous she is. Her skin glows, flawless except for this adorable mole on her neck, which adds a splash of character.
Her trim shape is a perfect balance of lean muscle and firm flesh, topped with auburn curls I’ve come dangerously close to pulling out of her head when we’re really going at it.
I run a hand up her arm, across her shoulder, along the side of her face.
Then, leaning down, I find that strawberry mouth and take every last bit of it.
“I knew this is what would happen if I ever touched you,” I whisper against her lips. “Knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
She giggles, a musical sound that just makes me harder.
“It’s what I hoped would happen.” Looping her arms around my neck, she kisses me. “Now, about those promises you made at the Neuman place...”
I grin, shrugging like I’ve got no idea what she’s talking about.
It’s become this little game, teasing each other with promises, ever since I talked myself up the first time. Damn glad I delivered.
It wasn’t easy.
Not with how hard I fought to hold myself back from coming the instant I slipped inside her.
I kiss my way down her neck, adding the hint of teeth I know she loves.
“What promises are those? Jog a man’s memory.”
She lets out a little moan.
While trailing kisses across her shoulder blade, I grasp the waistband of her shorts, and as I kiss my way down her torso, I slip the shorts over her hips, straight down her thighs.
She’s wearing a lacy pair of panties today, pink with a tiny black bow on the elastic.
All dressed up with no place to go—except where my mouth takes her.
Adorable.
Growling, I tug them lower, noticing how wet they feel. It’s beautifully obscene how responsive she is to every kiss, every caress, every filthy word I whisper in her ear.
Of course it sends my cock into a manic frenzy, throbbing with need.
Not yet.
Not fucking yet.
Soon, I’ll be inside her, scratching my itch, but first I want her to come on my mouth.
I run a finger over her pussy lips, trying not to shudder. Just like her namesake, she’s all peach sweetness down there, and in less than a week I’ve become addicted to her nectar.
A soft moan soars out of her the instant I graze her clit.
My cock jerks at the greedy way she arches up, pressed against my hand, giving up another throaty moan, this time louder.
“This got anything to do with those promises I made?” I ask, grinning.
Fuck, do I love how her eyes roll.
“Oh, oh yes,” she whines.
My knuckle presses against her clit, adding wicked pleasure, and I nearly come spontaneously at how her body trembles just for me.
It’s a wild thing when a man takes control like this, binding it in soft sighs and frenzied flesh.
“Quinn!” she half groans out my name. “That feels so...so...”
“Good?” I ask, chuckling. “I’m hoping that’s why you can’t speak, darlin’.”
She digs her hands into the comforter and her hips rise up.
“Beyond good.”
Music to my ears.
I go down on her then, sealing my mouth around her clit, sucking till she’s pumping her wet heat against me, hard and fast and reckless.
Just a little tease, a warm-up before my mouth moves to her folds. Then she’s splayed open, dripping, baring her sticky sweetness for my tongue like this rare wine.
Too flowery sounding? I don’t give a single fuck.
I’m not exaggerating when I say I could eat this pussy morning, noon, and night.
She tastes so good it ought to be illegal.
Makes for a savage aphrodisiac, too, and the more I taste, the harder I ache.
I’m panting, damn near growling as my tongue fucks her from the inside out, fighting back mindless lust with all my might.
I’ll get my reward in the end, even if it feels like it’ll take an eternity at the moment.
This is for her.
Completely.
I lick, suck, and torment her with my tongue, pushing my whole mouth in deep, making her feel the scratch of my scruff on every last bit of her thighs.