Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I dip lower, separate her pink lips, and lick up her center slowly, inhaling and tasting her essence. Everything about Sienna has become an addiction. Her words, her touch, her mouth, her body, her pussy. I can’t get enough.
Lifting her thighs, I lick from bottom to top, and her moans grow louder. When I do it again, my tongue brushing against the sensitive spot between her pussy and ass, she starts to pant, her fingers tightening their hold on my hair.
“You like that, Hellcat?” I murmur. She moans in response, so I do it again and again. “One day, after I ruin this tight cunt, I’m going to claim your ass.”
I look up at her and instead of seeing fear, want is shining in her gorgeous blue eyes. She wants me as much as I want her. She’s just determined not to follow in her bitch of a mother’s footsteps, so she holds back, not wanting to make the same mistakes. And I can respect that, but soon she’s going to see that she and I are not a fucking mistake. And when she does, I’m going to claim and devour every inch of her, leaving nothing untouched, including her heart and soul.
I lick her until she’s falling apart at the seams, and then I thrust two fingers in, bringing her to a second orgasm. By the time I’m done, she’s come all over my face, my fingers, and the leather couch. Her lids are heavy, and her entire body is languid. She strokes my hair as I pepper small kisses over her flesh, and within minutes, her eyes are closed and she’s snoring softly.
I could wake her up since her shift isn’t over, but I don’t. Instead, I text Marina to let her know Sienna’s off the clock for the remainder of her shift and tell her to keep Ellie in the dressing room until we come get her. I gently reposition myself to watch her sleep, and I know without a doubt, I could spend the rest of my life simply watching her.
A couple of hours later, we get home and Ellie goes straight to bed, exhausted. Sienna always showers after work, so I turn the water on to let it heat up. Then I help her out of her clothes since she’s practically dead on her feet from the multiple orgasms I gave her earlier.
“In you go,” I tell her, guiding her into the bathroom.
“Mmm,” she moans when she steps in and the steamy water hits her body. “Join me.”
I stop in my place and glance at her, unsure if I’m hearing her wrong. Yeah, we’ve done shit, but we’ve yet to do anything as intimate as shower together. Hell, thinking about it, I don’t think I’ve ever showered with a woman.
“You sure?” I ask, just to be certain.
“Uh-huh.”
Not wanting her to change her mind, I quickly undress and then step into the shower that’s big enough to fit four people easily. She’s still standing under the spray, letting the water rain down on her. When she feels my presence, she opens her eyes and drags her gaze down my body.
I’m not hard, but even soft, I know I have nothing to be embarrassed of, so I own that shit and grab the soap, squirting some onto the loofah. I start to wash my body when Sienna steps toward me and takes it out of my hand.
I stand still, watching as she scrubs my arms and chest and torso. By the time she gets to my cock, it’s no longer soft. It’s hard as a steel beam, and if it could talk, it’d be begging her to touch it. Luckily, she doesn’t need to be begged because without me—or my dick—saying a word, she drops to her knees and takes it into her mouth.
I push the wet strands of her hair out of her face so I can watch as she takes me down her throat. It doesn’t take long before I’m ready to explode. I know she doesn’t mind swallowing, but since we’re in the shower and it’ll be easy cleanup, I fist the back of her hair and pull her off my cock just in time to come all over her chest. When she stands, I can’t help palming her tits and massaging my cum into her flesh. I want to own this woman in every way possible. To mark her and make her mine. Being my wife isn’t enough. I want her to love me and crave me the way I do her. I want her to let me in and trust me. I want to give her the entire world. I want to fill her with my seed and knock her up, create a family and a life with her.
As if she can sense my thoughts, she asks, “What’s going through your head?”