Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
I try to push back into him, but he holds me steady, refusing my body with his torturous curiosity, but I think I’ll give him something better than the control he lives for.
“Sorry, but I heard you loud and clear.”
My voice is raspy with need, my nipples sharp with desire, my body humming with anticipation. My muscles relax, and like I knew he would, he presses softly against me, waiting for the wetness to flood between my legs, as he knows it will, but I spin before he can, nudging him in the chest.
“I’m afraid this is my show now.”
Crew’s pupils double in size, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as I guide him backward. “Baby, what are you after?”
“Does it matter?”
“Not a fucking bit,” he groans, ready for what comes next when he has no idea what it is.
His knees meet the mattress, and he drops down, his hands coming up to grip my waist, his head quickly dipping to kiss my stomach.
Sighing blissfully, I run my hands through his hair, my fingers tangling into the thick waves on top before nudging him until he’s flat, and he takes my cue, sliding back on the bed. Olive gaze unblinking, he tracks me on my way to him, glued to me as I climb up, my knees pressed to either side of him. I then crab walk my way past his hips.
The hint of embarrassment I expected to creep in doesn’t come, and while my chest does flush, there’s something empowering about the way Crew’s looking up at me, perched on the pillow at the head of the bed.
One knee at a time, I climb higher and higher, Crew’s chest rumbling with realization as my bare ass slides along his skin until I’m straddling his shoulders, my sex inches from his chin.
His mouth must water as he swallows good and hard, his jaw flexing with anticipation. “Baby, you about to ride my face?”
“Don’t make me shy,” I whisper, yelping when Crew goes Crew and demands a little control, grabbing me around the ass and hauling me the last few inches, my clit now pressed to his warm lips.
I suck in a sharp breath, my hands latching on to the headboard behind him, and his smirk is half-hidden beneath my body, waiting for me to do the work. He doesn’t have to wait long.
Eyes on his, I let my knees slide a little farther on the pillow, and suddenly, my lips are fully pressed to his. I clench instantly, the feeling of my skin to his enough to send a shiver of desire through me, but it’s not enough. He knows it, his gaze wicked and playful as he does no more than part his lips, his tongue teasing, rested at the seam of my entrance.
Slowly, I begin to make forward-rolling motions as Crew’s eyes take on an entirely new shade. They’re low and liquid, dazed in pleasure at the sheer sight of my own.
His hands come up and around my thighs from behind, and he palms my inner legs, massaging them as his tongue takes center stage. Finally.
He licks across my clit, swirling around while slowly sucking me into his mouth. I press firmer, grinding down onto him, and he groans, shifting slightly, and then his thumb meets my ass crack. He glides it lower as I lift myself to tease my own body, so he’s barely there, but in the exact spot I need him most. My muscles grow taut, my body shaking, and I cry out, my head dropping back, hands growing sore from fisting the frame so hard. I try to move, to ease the heat that’s threatening to tip me over the edge too soon, but he doesn’t let up.
He holds me there, showering my pussy with sloppy, wet kisses and swift, sharp sucks.
I gasp, my lungs starved. “I can’t… it’s too much, I can’t—”
“You can. You will,” he growls, his words muffled and cut at the end by my hips grinding down onto his face.
His thumb finds my hole then, rubbing small circles and making a new part of me clench. He applies pressure right as his teeth close over my swollen clit, and my body surges forward.
Uncontrollable shakes bound through me, the sounds leaving my mouth downright dirty. Sinfully loud.
Begging.
“Crew, please. I need… God, I need…”
“Fuck my face, baby. Almost there.”
My muscles lock, every inch of me trembling, my eyes clenched shut as I clamp my legs around his head, likely cutting off his hearing, though he doesn’t seem to mind.
He growls against me, his thumb pushing a little harder… or maybe it’s me who’s pushing back into it. I freeze, shuddering, and Crew begins to roll my hips for me, not letting up, giving me no time to prepare for the break that’s coming.