Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 136559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 683(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 683(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
“You have good taste in jewelry,” she says, teasing, a little dry. Like she knows how to wind me up.
“I think it’s more than good taste,” I say, my fingers teasing at the hem of her shirt. “You like wearing something I gave you.”
She rolls her eyes playfully. “If you want to see it that way.”
“I know it’s that way,” I say.
She laughs, shaking her head, but then gravitas sets over her eyes. “I don’t like taking them off.”
“Don’t. Don’t ever take them off,” I say before I can think twice about the ever.
But I don’t linger on it. I move on as I tug off her shirt, growling at the sight of her in lingerie again. “Fucking missed this,” I say as my gaze travels over her chest, the swell of her breasts, the white lace snug against her skin. I’m used to seeing her in black lace—well, the three times I’ve gotten her clothes off or halfway off. But white fries my brain too.
Her nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons on my dress shirt, but by the time she’s halfway down it, I have no more patience.
I jerk it over my head, then peel off her jeans as fast as I can. “Can’t wait,” I say, as I help her step out of them.
When they’re on the floor next to the bed, I rise up…and swallow roughly as I stare at the gorgeous sight.
She’s wearing matching white lacy panties, and that’s it. She’s here. With me. Wanting me. Ready to say fuck it to all the complications.
The ones involving her, me, and everyone else. The weight of this hits me all at once, but it doesn’t scare me. It makes me want to do right by her however I can, whenever I can.
My brave, bold, beautiful woman. “You’re stunning,” I tell her, my eyes locked with hers, but those two words hardly capture the depth of what I’m feeling.
Everything.
“So are you…” she says, but the words trail off as I cup a hand on the damp panel of her panties, her wetness soaking through them.
She shudders.
“You finally gonna let me taste you properly?”
Her lips part. “Have I been holding out on you?”
“Yes,” I say, half joking, but also feeling like the world has been holding out on this blazing lust. “And I can’t wait.”
In no time, I slide her panties off, then before I can even be bothered with spreading her out on the bed, I get down on my knees in my dress pants and press a hungry kiss to her greedy clit.
“Oh god,” she murmurs as her hands clamp around my head. I fucking love the feel of her grip, nice and tight, like she needs to hold on to me.
I groan as I taste her sweetness. She’s slick and hot and delicious. I flick my tongue around her clit, then suck on her.
Another needy moan falls on my ears and drives me on. I kiss her pussy more deeply. As I lap up all her arousal, she pants and moans, her fingers curling tighter around my skull.
I want her to be rough with me. I want her to use me for her pleasure. I wrench away, run a hand up her stomach, and meet her gaze for a hot, heady beat. “Pull on my hair, fuck my face, do whatever you want.”
She nibbles on the corner of her lips briefly, then turns her gaze longingly to the bed. Specifically, the pillows piled by the cushioned headboard.
I pop up in no time. “Let me revise that, sweetheart. Sit on my face right now and ride me.”
Her smile is wicked and wanton.
Soon, I’m stretched out on the covers and she’s straddling me, looking down right as I curl my hands around her hips.
“Use me like you did that toy on the video. Fuck my face even harder than the toy,” I tell her, then I jerk her pussy right to my mouth and groan.
“Miles,” she murmurs, half surprised, half protesting, but all blissed out.
Leighton doesn’t need much encouragement. As I grip the flesh of her hips, she rocks against my face. My eyes roll back in my head as she goes to town on me.
Rocking, groaning, fucking.
Lust roars through me, the temperature in me shooting higher.
She presses one hand against the cushioned headboard. The other finds my shoulder, and in no time, my woman’s seeking her rhythm on my face. She’s fearless and unashamed as she rides my mouth. With every thrust, my cock jumps in my pants, aching with the need for her. But right now, this is all I want.
I’m coated in her wetness, my stubble soaked with her juices, my mouth devouring her sweet pussy. I let go of her hips to grab her ass.
She yelps out a long, feral “yes.”
I squeeze her cheeks, and she gasps, and then, I swear, I can feel her gush. She’s even more aroused from the rough way I knead her flesh. So as she fucks my face, I raise a hand, pause, then come down on her cheek with a hard swat.