Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
An earthquake rocked the ground, and his expression ignited in sheer possession.
He slowly climbed to his feet.
A fortress that stood.
A tower that reigned.
Magnificent and terrifying.
So glorious and fierce and rough that another tremble rocked my being. I stared up at him, at the muscles that flexed and bowed, at his cock that pushed at the fabric of his shorts.
He reached out and dragged the pad of his thumb down by my lips before he pushed it inside. Hard and deep.
My belly twisted as I sucked.
It was a precursor.
A warning.
I wasn’t sure.
The only thing I knew was I wanted more. I wanted to see him. Experience him.
Have him.
I edged up enough so I could hook my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. I started to wiggle them down, careful of his wound as I tugged them free and he stepped out of them, though I was basically knocked senseless the second I freed his dick.
Lightheadedness nearly sent me sideways.
Holy fuck.
I had only felt the shape of him last night. Of course, I’d known he was big. I’d known he would be before he’d ever let me touch him. Every part of him was.
But this I was unprepared for.
He was massive, his giant cock bobbing as it strained for the sky.
Thick and obscenely long, the purpled head bulging and dripping at the tip.
My stomach toppled over, and my tongue stroked over my lips as a flash of heat pitched through my bloodstream.
“Careful with the way you’re looking at me.”
Otto’s voice had gone completely different. Different than it’d ever been with me before.
It was cut in steely possession. In a command that rumbled from his throat and sliced from his tongue.
“I can’t look away.”
“You want it?” I knew he meant it as a warning as he fisted himself, stroking all the way down his length and back to the top.
“Yes. I want it. I want it everywhere.”
A groan rolled out of him. “Tryin’ to wreck me. Tryin’ to ruin me in every way.”
I wrapped a shaky hand around the base of his cock and leaned enough that I could lick across the tip.
Otto jolted forward. “Raven, fuck.”
“Like that?” I asked, unsure, but also letting instinct take over. I’d read about this at least a thousand times. I’d have thought I would at least be part pro. I’d even deigned to believe I’d be pretty amazing at it.
But this was different. Experiencing it in this element.
Real and whole and in the flesh. Otto standing over me with barely contained need vibrating through his intimidating body. “You couldn’t do it wrong, Moonflower.”
A twinge of softness filled his gaze, though every other part of him was stone.
This man who I knew would do anything for me. A man who I knew was breaking all his oaths to allow us this.
But it was time.
Time to break free of the chains that had held us trapped.
I just hoped I could get him to see that he could fly with me.
“Show me,” I told him.
Desire licked out of him as he gazed down, eyes hot and his body hotter.
“Show me how you like it,” I begged.
I could feel the flashfire of heat rush through him. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
For a moment, he hesitated, wanting to protect me the way he always had, so I tipped my head up at him and said, “I’m not breakable, Otto. And if I was, I’d want you to be the one to break me.”
“Sweet fuckin’ moonflower.” He pressed the tip of his dick to my lips. “Open.”
His tone filled with a command, and I obliged, parting my lips. He pushed the tip inside.
“Suck it,” he grunted.
I did, sucking his head before I swirled my tongue around it and started licking him the way he’d been licking me.
“Fuck yes, Raven. Now take me deeper.”
My chest buzzed at the feel of him, and a rush of excitement and adrenaline rolled through me as I edged up higher on my knees. I wrapped both hands around his base and drew him deeper into my mouth, flattening my tongue on the underside of him as I went.
My mouth was stretched so wide I finally got a little sense of what pleasured pain might mean.
He fisted a hand in my hair, and the words gritted from between his clenched teeth. “Just like that. Take it deep.”
I drew him in as far as I could, gagging a little because on all things holy, the man was huge, and I literally had no idea what I was doing except for the fact that I wanted to please him the same way as he’d pleased me.
I barely got half of him into my mouth before he hit the back of my throat, and I rumbled a garbled semblance of his name around it.
“Good girl,” he choked. “Such a fucking good girl with my cock stuffed down your throat. Like you were meant to do it.”