Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
He slips my torn panties down my legs, carefully lifting one foot and then the other to pull them from my body. Instead of placing my left leg back on the ground, he presses his lips to my inner thigh and drapes it over his broad shoulder.
"Oh, little one," he breathes, tracing my soaked lips with one finger. He drags it down my slit, almost like he's petting me right there. He's staring at my pussy, pure reverence stamped across his face.
I squirm in embarrassment. In ecstasy. In need. I hardly know which I feel more. But I watch in spellbound silence as he brings his finger to his lips and sucks it clean, those onyx eyes pure black and glittering with lust.
"I need you," he rasps, his voice hoarse. "Now. Fuck, little one. I need you."
"Then take me, Andreas," I whisper, shifting position to maintain my balance as he leans closer, his dark head bent.
"God, rabbit," he groans, his breath blowing hot against my pussy. "You've got the prettiest pussy. I don't know how I've stayed out of it this long." His gaze flickers up to mine, his obsidian eyes locking with mine. He holds my gaze captive as he flicks his tongue out, taking one long lick of me from top to bottom.
That first taste does something to him…and something to me. My stomach muscles clench, a wave of pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt hitting me. It's so strong, so good. I know immediately that I'll never be the same again.
He growls—a savage, feral sound that vibrates against my core. Patient Andreas disappears between one heartbeat and the next. Wicked, wanton Andreas snatches control away, wresting it from his grasp with ease. He presses me back against the windows, spreads me wide…and devours me. His mouth is everywhere, his lips and teeth and tongue touching every part of me. One minute, he's playing with my clit, the next, he's fucking me with it.
My hands slip on the glass, my sobs echoing around the room. He's the only thing keeping me upright. My legs lost the ability to hold me as soon as he started eating me. I can't even feel my legs.
"Andreas, Andreas," I chant as he sends me barreling toward an orgasm.
He feels it coming and growls, backing off.
I cry out in disappointment, but he's not finished with me yet.
He spins me around, plastering my body up against the glass. "Let the city see you, little one," he breathes, spreading my legs, angling my hips…positioning me just so. "Let everyone who looks to the heavens watch a goddess shine."
He spreads my cheeks this time, making me gasp and stutter. It's so dirty, so naughty. So…perfect. He eats me from behind, loud and messy. I writhe against the windows, pushing back against his face, sobbing his name. My reflection bounces back to me, my blonde hair all wild, my eyes so dilated they're almost black. I look wanton and wild, so unlike the timid girl I was before I met him. I'm not that girl anymore. I'm someone else. I'm his.
The city reflects like stars below us, thousands of lights trapped in the glass. Cars pass in an endless, silent stream. Do they see us? Do they know how much I love this man? Probably not. If they notice us at all, they probably think we're just two horny people doing the deed. They have no idea that my heart beats for him, that I breathe for him.
"Goddamn, rabbit," he growls, slipping his hand between my legs to play with my clit. He bites my right cheek and then runs his nose up the crevice of my ass. "I want to take my dick out, bend you over the couch, and fuck this little hole until you're screaming for me."
"Andreas," I moan, my core clenching.
"You'd let me, wouldn't you?" he asks.
"Y-yes," I sob. I'd let him do anything he wanted, and I'd love it. Because that's what he does to me. Nothing feels wrong or forbidden or dirty with him. It all feels so damn right.
"Good girl," he breathes. This time, his tongue replaces his nose. He touches it to my back entrance, eating me there as his thumb runs in circles around my clit.
I sob his name, pressing back against him, trying to get closer, silently pleading for more. I'm close. So close. He works two fingers inside of me, slowly stretching me. I writhe, so tangled in bliss, I'm not sure how this is even real. Every part of me tingles and hums.
He curls his fingers up, stroking that same spot he found in the car earlier. His tongue teases my back entrance. His thumb jiggles my clit. All three sensations crash together, melting me from the inside out. I shout his name, my orgasm knocking me off my feet.