Total pages in book: 217
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
Her hands find my hair, gripping, her tongue finds my mouth, twirling. We both need this. And we can’t fucking have it. Fuck. I rip my mouth from hers, breathing down on her raggedly, as she pants up at me. I slowly start to shake my head, my hard-on throbbing. “We can’t.” I won’t risk it. Never.
“But . . .” she says, taking my hand and guiding it to her jean-covered pussy. “Your mouth here. Gentle. Licking. Kissing. Sucking.” She bites her lip, and I’m a goner.
I groan and push myself up, taking her jumper and lifting it over her head, tossing it aside, and then working the fly of her jeans and dragging them down her legs. She kicks her legs, helping me, sitting up and taking the bottom of my T-shirt, pulling it up over my head. I grit my teeth when I stretch the skin on my chest, breathing in deeply, exhaling slowly. My jeans are next, and I roll to my back, lifting my arse, wriggling free of them.
Desperate.
Both of us.
I remove my boxers, pull her knickers down, and ease myself down onto my front, burying my face between her thighs, ravenous. Her yelp of surprised pleasure echoes around the room, as does my groan of satisfaction, my senses getting a hit of her scent, the taste of her, the warmth. “You.” Lick. “Taste.” Suck. “So.” Bite. “Good.”
“Fucking hell,” she breathes, her legs stiffening, her hands clawing my hair.
“Good?”
“God.”
“Yes?”
“God!” she screams, vibrating already, her legs kicking out, forcing me to shift and pin her down. “No!” She bucks, and I immediately pull away, dazed, her essence coating my mouth.
“What?” Shit. “Did I hurt you?” Fuck, is she thinking about the other day? When I was crazed? It won’t ever happen again, I know it, but how do I convince Rose?
“No, baby,” she whispers, pushing into my shoulders, sending me to my back. “I want to see you.” She looks down at the bandages on my chest. Swallows. Then takes my hand and guides it to my cock, straddling my thighs, sliding her hand down her swollen tummy to her pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, circling my girth, holding my breath. Nothing could ever beat being inside her. Nothing. But this? I blow out my cheeks, reaching for her bra and pulling the lace cups down, my eyes passing between her hard nipples. Darker nipples. Rounder, bigger nipples. I drop my dick and sit up, snaking an arm around her back and taking one in my mouth, sucking gently, kissing, then tracing the edge with my tongue as I look up at her. She’s getting more beautiful by the day. Tastier. Sassier. I rest my hand over hers as she strokes herself, helping her, continuing my tongues assault on her boob, moving to the other, some attention there, back again.
“Enough.” She withdraws and pushes me back down to the bed, and I arch an eyebrow as she reaches for my hand once again and puts it where she wants it.
“You want to watch?” I ask, wrapping my palm around myself.
She bites her lip and brings her fingers to her mouth, licking them. Fuck. Me. Then walks them slowly down between her boobs, across her stomach, and into her wetness, her breath hitching. I swallow, take one arm above my head, and start thrusting my hand, my eyes unmoving from the juncture of her thighs, watching her fingers scissor her clit. “Slow down,” I order, and she does, whimpering, as I speed up my pace, the throb of my cock sinking into my palm. “Shit, Rose,” I breathe, my lungs straining, my thrusts naturally speeding up. I glance down, seeing the crown of my dick glistening. Blood pounding. Veins throbbing. Heart racing. My eyes drag up her body. I find her lips parted. Eyes glistening. Love emblazoned across her face.
My thrusts speed up. Her back arches, pushing her chest out. Her stomach. Fuck, her stomach. “Rose.” I choke over her name, grabbing the pillow under my head, yanking at it.
“Oh,” she whispers. “Yes,” she breathes. “Shit,” she hisses, her body convulsing. Blood. Heat. Stars in my vision.
I clench my eyes closed briefly, my body stiff, as the pleasure creeps through me, slowly at first, painfully slowly, but then faster. Faster. Faster. “Fuck!” I bellow, breathing short, fast breaths, releasing the pillow and slamming my fist into the mattress.
“Oh God!” Her body jacks, her chin dropping to her chest, her hand shaking, struggling to remain between her legs, her hips starting to thrust into her touch.
Urgency.
Desperation.
Need.
“I’m going,” I hiss. Fuck, am I going.
“Yes!” Her head tosses back violently, wafting her hair through the air, and she yells to the ceiling, going rigid, stilling, whimpering quietly, before her body loosens and she slumps forward, slapping her palm into my stomach to hold herself up.