Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
The thought is the final string left of my resolve and I call out his name as I surrender to my orgasm and convulse under his tongue.
I haven’t moved, but my heart is telling me I just ran a marathon. I can’t catch my breath. I’m boneless and limp.
“Oh dear.” Worth’s voice comes like a roll of thunder. “You promised me you wouldn’t come, but I can taste your climax on my tongue.”
Oh god, I’ve never found a man as sexy as I do Fully Clothed Worth, but Naked Worth, chastising me for climaxing in his mouth, might have the ability to make me come without even touching me.
“Worth.” My voice comes out dreamily, like I’m waking up from anesthesia or something.
“You know what that means, don’t you?” he asks, his face dark and serious. I squirm with need. His cock is rearing, hard and huge in front of me, and I can’t wait to feel it again, even though the idea is mildly terrifying.
Because Worth is packing.
He’s not the guy in the friend group that screams Big Dick Energy, but I guess his dick is so big, he doesn’t have any need to prove anything to anyone.
He was so sweet and gentle to me the first time, before my first orgasm. It was just what I needed. And I guess he gave me what I needed just now, because I’ve never come from a guy’s tongue before.
Worth seems to know me in the bedroom, better than I know me in the bedroom.
A small smile curls my lips. “It means, I win?” I suggest.
He lifts his chin. “How’s that?”
“Because you’re going to fuck me so hard, they’re going to hear me over at Ceasars Palace?”
He growls, the sound so fucking masculine, I can barely stand it. He grabs my ankle, flips me over and pulls me to the edge of the bed. My toes touch the floor, my stomach on the mattress, and Worth is between my legs.
“Face down,” he barks and grabs a pillow. “Cover your mouth.”
I take the pillow and lay it under me, as I’m vaguely aware of Worth putting on another condom.
I let out a small, contented sigh and then my body tenses as he spreads my legs farther apart.
“Ass up,” he says.
Shit, I hope he’s careful. He might very well split me in two, although I’m so wet, I could probably take anything right now.
I moan as he circles his crown at my entrance, dipping it down my sex before sliding it back up and in. Right. Up. To. The. Hilt.
I scream, but not in pain—in pure pleasure.
“Face in the pillow.” Intensity laces his words.
He pulls out and I bury my face in the pillow and scream again. He just feels so good. He fills me up so completely, there’s no room for anything else in my body, not even air.
“You feel that?” He slams into me again. “You’re going to feel it all day tomorrow. Every time you move, you’re going to feel the scrape of my stubble between your legs, the pinch of my fingers on your nipples, and my cock driving into this pussy.
“I’m going to sit next to you tomorrow,” he hisses out between gritted teeth, “and we’re going to watch our friends get married and all you’re going to be thinking about is how long it’s going to be until I’m fucking you again.”
“Yes,” I choke out. I know it’s true. The instant I laid eyes on Worth, I felt a spark of something. The more time I spent with him, the more time I wanted to spend with him. He’s sexy and kind and thoughtful and wise.
And he’s phenomenal at fucking me.
My hands grip the bedsheets and he thrusts in again with a grunt. The sound travels through my body and connects right between my legs.
He leans over my body, not breaking his rhythm, slamming into me over and over.
I reach back, wanting to feel him, wanting more from him, like that’s even possible.
He slides his arms underneath me, giving me the connection I want. He uses the contact as an anchor, holding me still so he can fuck me harder. I’m trying everything I can not to come, but I have nothing left.
I’m breathless.
I’m exhausted.
I’m utterly boneless.
Then one hand snakes down and his fingers round my clit. I explode on contact. The stubble on his chin scrapes my cheek and he half licks, half bites my jaw. “Good girl.”
Somehow he turns me around and positions me on my back on the bed.
“You’re so beautiful, Sophia,” he whispers into my ear as he leans over me.
He slides into me again and it’s like the first time I ever felt him inside me. I’m impossibly full. Every part of me feels him.
“Too much?” he asks, his gaze dipping from my eyes, down to my open mouth, and then back up.