Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I leaned down and kissed him. “Yeah, okay. Can we fuck now?”
He narrowed his eyes and got pensive for a second, and just when I was about to remind him that the clock was ticking, he pounced and pinned me to the mattress.
Fuck. Was that a yes…?
He gathered my hands above my head and nuzzled my jaw. “No.”
Oh, for the love of—
“The rest of the mornin’ will be about you,” he murmured. “You’ve already given me the best birthday a man could ask for.”
I was willing to hear him out.
He started kissing his way down my body, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweats.
I lifted up so he could yank them down.
“I have a suggestion,” I said. “Put your feet up here and lose the underwear.” In short, so we could sixty-nine each other.
He knitted his brows together. “You can’t just let someone give you pleasure?”
“You’re implying that me sucking you off wouldn’t give me pleasure,” I retorted. “That isn’t the case, genius.”
His mouth twitched with amusement. “Are you sure you’re real?”
Quite.
He didn’t need an answer, but I might circle back to this one day. He needed to know I actually loved to suck his cock, and I had a lot of catching up to do. ’Cause he’d deprived me for too long.
Once he was in position, I finally had his big cock in my face, and my mouth fucking watered.
“Hello, old friend,” I whispered. “I missed you.”
Ben chuckled silently and nipped at my thigh. “I fucking can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“Deal with you! Shut up for a second, and don’t touch me yet.” With that said, he repositioned himself so I couldn’t even reach him, and then he sucked my cock into his mouth.
Fuuuck.
I bit down on my lip, and we locked eyes as he eased back and snaked his tongue around me.
I shuddered.
All traces of humor faded.
He got me from a semi to rock hard in seconds, and I pushed myself up on my elbows, needing to see properly. And also…I kinda wanted to convince him to give me that quickie after all.
Goddamn, that felt good. I blew out a breath, and he tongued the head of my cock before taking me in again. All the way, burying me in tight, wet heat.
“Only one thing would top this,” I said quietly. “If we replaced my cock with yours, and your mouth with my ass.”
He hummed around me.
“Without a rubber in the way,” I added. “Unless something’s changed since last time.”
It better fucking not have. I’d throw the mother of jealousy fits.
He shook his head and pulled back once more. “Nothing’s changed. Including my inability to say no to you.”
That boded well for me.
I pointed toward the floor on my side of the bed. “I keep a bottle of oil on the floor for lonely nights.”
“I’ve seen it,” he muttered.
I smirked.
He’d probably seen it when he vacuumed.
He grabbed the bottle, then sat back on his heels, offering me a mouthwatering view of all his masculinity. He was so goddamn sexy that I didn’t know what to do with myself.
He cleared his throat and drizzled oil into his hand. “Should we talk?”
“Fuck no,” I replied on reflex. Shit, bad move. “I mean, we definitely should—just not right now. I’ve missed you too much.”
There. More honesty.
Something softened in his expression. “Have you really?”
“Yeah. You kiddin’ me? I’ve grown allergic to the word friend.”
He chuckled under his breath and dropped his gaze to his cock as he slicked it up.
“Me too,” he admitted. Whether it was to the word friend or if he’d missed me too, I didn’t know. Maybe it was both. But we were done talking, and he showed me instead.
The moment he covered my body with his, he brought forth all the memories from last time, how he’d held me so tightly and communicated with affection.
Like a flip of a switch, everything was right in the world.
We fused ourselves together; my legs went around his hips, he kissed me deeply, I locked my arms around his neck, and he pushed inside me in one fluid motion that punched the air out of my lungs.
Mother of fucking cocks.
“Fuck,” he exhaled.
I clenched my jaw as the fire spread through me, and I spoke against his lips. “Tell me you missed me too.”
I cupped his face in my hands, and he rested our foreheads together.
“Every goddamn day.” He brushed his lips to mine and pulled out slowly, only to push in again, and I groaned. “I think about you all the time,” he murmured. “I always wanna get closer.”
I sucked in a breath, a storm of emotions unfurling within me. Overwhelming relief, determination, unbridled fucking happiness. He made me smile like an idiot.
“Good. Same here.” I kissed him again, and this time, we didn’t stop.
He fucked me in long, measured thrusts, his mouth and one hand never leaving my skin. It was a steady race, and he wouldn’t let me rush him. He just shook his head and told me to calm down. Let me savor this, he whispered.