Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
"These tits, Riley," he moans, his lips at my throat, hands full of my breasts.
His mouth lowers, lips trailing a line down my throat and chest until he wraps his hot mouth on the very tip of me. His arm encircles my waist at the same time as if he knows I'll crumble to the shower floor if he doesn’t help me stand.
He pays a lot of attention to one breast, and by the time he moves to the other, I already have that pull right in the center of me that makes itself very well known that this is going to be a night that goes down in the history books.
I expect him to lift his head, press his lips to mine, and urge my leg up onto his hip, but he goes further down, rough hands abrasive on my skin as he lowers to his knees.
And then his mouth is there, right in the middle of me, tongue thickening as he runs it up my slit.
It's my turn to tangle my fingers in his hair, and he looks up, smiling at me. As if he couldn't get any more devastating to my starved body, he lifts my leg, urging it over his shoulder.
It opens me up to him, and I watch, a hundred percent entranced, when he drinks the water from my body before spearing me with his tongue.
The heat of it makes me shudder. His grip on my legs is sure to leave bruises and I swear I'll be able to connect them and spell out Riley Hammer before it's all said and done.
"Mac," I pant, my body already threatening to fly over that edge.
When his fingers get involved, one long, thick digit sliding under his tongue and into the middle of me, I whimper, the sound of it echoing in the shower.
It isn't until I look down, watching him lap at my sensitive flesh, that I see his other hand. If there was any doubt in my mind that he's enjoying this possibly as much as I am, it vanishes the second I see that strong arm of his working, hand gripping and stroking the length of his cock. He twists at the tip of himself, squeezing a second before moving it back down, and it's the sexiest, most masculine thing I've ever seen in my life.
"Mac," I hiss just as my body convulses, my core clamping down on his finger as his assault on my clit continues.
I nearly scream my pleasure, but I can't seem capable of pulling enough air into my lungs to make it possible.
I fist his hair, pulling at him, begging him to stop, but he doesn't pull his mouth away until I can no longer state my full name.
He swipes his tongue up my center one more time, and my body jerks once again. His smile is vibrant, his hand still working his cock.
"That was perfect," I pant as he leans in close.
His eyes dip to my mouth, and I can sense that he's asking a question. After what he just gave to me, how could I ever deny him?
His lips press to mine, orgasm-coated tongue sweeping against mine, and I hum into the kiss, wondering how weird it is that I actually like the way I taste on his lips.
He moans into my mouth when I run my hand down his torso and wrap my hand around his cock.
Chapter 6
Mac
My heart races.
I've never wanted to rush this part of my life, and I don't understand men who do.
Sex is a fantastic thing, something to be celebrated and savored.
Despite wanting to take my time and make this last, Riley's hand wrapped around the length of me is almost enough to send me over the edge, but I have so much planned for us tonight.
"Hold that thought," I say, reaching down and gently removing her hand from my body.
The damn thing jerks as if it has a brain of its own and isn't very impressed with the halt in plans.
I step back under the shower, rinsing away the soap remaining on my skin, watching her the entire time.
Her chest heaves, her neck pink from the hot water, and speckles of beard burn on her throat. She looks like a fucking goddess.
I close my eyes, dipping my head under the water before reaching for the shampoo. I wash my hair quickly, rinsing it just as hurriedly before turning the water off.
"Join me in the bedroom?" I ask before stepping out of the massive shower.
She licks droplets of water from her lips before turning off her shower and following me out.
I hand her a towel before grabbing a second one from the cabinet. I rarely have company, and what's happening here tonight wasn't even in the plans when I woke up this morning, but I can't say I'm upset where things have gone.