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)
My chest rumbles.
Good fucking answer, baby.
I dive in, capturing her lips in a drugging kiss that brings heat through my every vein. “I like you, baby,” I tell her between kisses, thrusting my tongue in and tangling it with hers until she moans into my mouth.
“Is that a nice way of saying it’s okay if I suck at it?”
“No way you could suck at it.”
She takes advantage of my attention to her body, presses against my chest, and rolls us so she’s above me.
Her hair spills into her face, the ends brushing along her collarbone, and I reach up, pushing it behind her ears, bending my torso to capture her lips once more.
She smiles, and with shaky hands, she pushes me back down. She stares at me a moment, and when she speaks again, her tone is barely a whisper. “Please.”
Her single spoken word is my undoing.
All the blood rushes to my dick, and I swipe my tongue along my bottom lip.
And then I jerk up with her in my hands, and she squeals, latching on as I scoot my ass to the edge of the bed, slowly maneuvering her so her feet meet the floor. I catch her around the waist, staring up at her, and she draws herself closer.
“You really want to do this?” I press my thumb into her bottom lip. “You want me in this mouth?”
She nods, nipping at the tip of my finger, and a throaty sound leaves me.
Slowly, I push to my full height, tracing the stretch of her throat as she tips her head back, refusing to break her gaze from mine. My knuckles slide higher, gliding along her cheek, and she closes her eyes for a long, lingering blink. I lower my lips to hers, and she parts them for me instantly, eagerly, but just before contact, I dodge that sweet little mouth of hers, dragging mine along her skin until I reach her ear.
“On your knees, baby,” I murmur.
Davis shudders against me, and then she does what I ask, staring up at me with long, thick lashes and a hint of fear, but it’s the sheer determination in the way she folds her fingers over my waistband that has me dropping my hands to my sides in surrender.
She said she’s never seen a man below the waist outside of TV, so I’m not sure what she expects for size, but the subtle way her eyes widen as she drags the fabric lower tells me she’s happy with what she finds.
Maybe a little intimidated, too, but she’s beginning to understand her body without having ever used it, so I’d say she knows I’m equipped to satisfy her every desire, even the ones she’s yet to discover.
My sweats and boxers slide down my knees, and I kick out of them, my dick coming up and slapping at my belly button before pointing up at her.
She swallows, eyeing the long, thick rod, and her palms flatten on my thighs.
She looks up, and I cup her cheek, my pulse pounding out of fucking control.
“You have no idea what seeing you like this does to me.”
Her fingers twitch and my muscles flex on instinct.
I’m having one of those out-of-body experiences right now, the kind that can’t be real, that’s too real to tame. My weak spot, my deepest hidden desire is kneeling before me, primed to pull my cock between her puffy, pouty lips.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispers.
“Touch, trace, squeeze. Anything that comes to mind before, during, or after.”
Her eyes move back to my length, and she nods, hesitantly lowering her fingertips to the side of my cock.
I flex, my eyes closing, muscles clenching.
Her touch is warm and soft, and when she closes her fist around me, unable to meet the tip of her thumb with the tip of her pointer finger, she does what I said, and squeezes.
The vein in my cock barks back, bulging, begging as the head swells.
I catch a small grin curving the edge of her lips when my eyes open and she slips a little closer, her chest rising as she slowly glides her hand back and forth, testing the feel of me.
“Soft,” she breathes. “Like silky frosting, and the vein here.” She presses along it, and I flex in her palm, making her smile break free fully. Her eyes snap up in question.
“Whatever comes to mind,” I remind her, doing my best not to let the desperation I feel seep into my tone.
Davis tightens her grip around me, and I see the second she’s decided what she wants next, and my ass cheeks clench. Swear to God, it’s slow fucking motion when her mouth opens, her tongue peeking out for a taste.
The heat of her breath reaches me first, and I suck in a lungful of air, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth of her slick tongue.