Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
The words sent a jolt of arousal through me, pooling low in my belly. My breath hitched, and I shivered as he pushed his hips forward, grinding the thick ridge of his dick against the curve of my butt.
“You feel that?” he rasped, nipping my earlobe. “That’s what you do to me, ma petite miette. Every damn time.”
A soft moan escaped me, and I arched back instinctively. “Then maybe we should do something about it.”
“Oh, we’re going to,” he promised, and suddenly, he was on his elbow behind me, his hand slipping between my thighs. I gasped when his fingers found just how wet I already was.
He groaned, low and filthy. “Mon Dieu, you’re soaked.”
“It’s your fault,” I whispered, writhing under his touch. “I woke up remembering all the naughty things you did to me last night.”
He pressed his lips to the back of my neck again, then trailed kisses along my shoulder blade as his fingers explored me, slow and teasing. “I’m nowhere close to finished with you yet.”
I hoped he never was. “That sounds promising.”
He shifted me onto my back, pushing the sheets aside. The room was filled with soft light now, just enough to see the hunger in his stormy-gray eyes as they raked over me. There was a possessive gleam in them as he took in the curves that he’d been the only man to ever touch.
“Except I missed the chance to wake you up with my mouth on your sweet little pussy.” He moved down my body with deliberate slowness, spreading my legs wide with his hands as he settled between them. “You like the sound of that, ma petite miette?”
All I could do was nod, breathless. My thighs were already trembling, and he hadn’t even tasted me yet. At least not this morning. Last night was a different story—one that involved his lips, teeth, and tongue giving me plenty of orgasms.
My body softened as he kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other. Each press of his mouth made me ache more. Then his tongue was on me, and I cried out, my fingers diving into his thick hair. He moaned against me, the vibration making my hips buck against his mouth.
Flattening his tongue and dragging it through my wetness, he circled my clit without mercy. His fingers joined the game, sliding into me in a rhythm that matched the strokes of his mouth, curling just right.
It was too much but somehow not enough all at the same time.
My orgasm was already building fast due to how sensitive I still was from the night before.
“So close,” I gasped.
“You’re going to come for me, ma petite miette. Right now,” he growled against my clit. “I want to taste it.”
That was all it took for me to shatter. White heat exploded through me as I arched off the mattress, crying out his name, my whole body trembling as he kept licking and stroking, coaxing every last wave of pleasure from me.
When I could finally breathe again, he crawled up my body, kissing his way back to my mouth. I tasted myself on his lips, and somehow that only made me wetter.
“You’re mine,” he whispered fiercely. “And I’m not letting you out of this bed until you’ve come again—with my cock buried inside you.”
“Forget promising…that sounds amazing.”
At my urging, Aston rolled me on my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and filled me with one powerful thrust.
“Merde!” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
I was still new enough to sex—even after how many times he’d taken me through the night—that it took me a moment to adjust to his invasion.
He held still, giving me the time I needed. When I wiggled my hips to see if there was any pain, he asked, “You good, ma petite miette?”
“Yesss,” I hissed, circling my hips again.
“Au putain, merci mon Dieu.”
He pressed my body into the mattress and wedged his arm between us to pinch my clit. As he began to drive into me hard and fast, I raced toward another orgasm, my inner walls squeezing his dick.
“Aston! Oh, yes! Yes!”
When I flew apart, he slowed his pace and let me catch my breath before he quickly built me up to another orgasm. My pussy clamped down hard on his thick shaft.
“Give me another,” he commanded, his hand slipping beneath me to give my butt a not-so-gentle slap.
The contact of his palm striking the rounded cheek sent a shock of pleasure directly to my core. Something he didn’t miss since my inner walls tightened even more around me. “That is so hot, ma petite miette.”
After spanking the other side, he picked up speed, working his dick in and out of my tight heat at a furious pace. It was all I could do to hold on for the wild ride he was giving me. I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging into the bunched muscles there.