Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Goddamn, he was gorgeous, and the sight of him feasting on me turned me wholly liquid. I arched into his mouth on instinct, pleasure building inside me with every lick. My body tightened as he thrust his tongue inside me before pulling it out and flattening it against my clit. A white-hot knot formed in my core, pulsing, crackling, ready to burst.
And then he sucked my clit into his mouth.
Hard.
“Wes!” I moaned his name, arching off the kitchen island as my orgasm ripped through me in waves that crested as he continued to lick me. My thighs trembled on either side of his face, my entire body bursting with pleasure as I rode through the high.
“Damn,” he groaned after he’d worked me back down. He stood up straight, licking my flavor off his lips as he slid his hands over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples until they were peaked. The sensation was sharp and had me whimpering for more. “You’re so fucking perfect, Brynn.”
He slipped an arm beneath my lower back, urging me up until we were eye-to-eye. Freeing himself from his boxer-briefs, he slicked his thick head through my wetness, the muscle in his jaw flexing from the tease.
I wiggled against him, every nerve firing with need as he rubbed against my oversensitive flesh. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I drew him flush against me, crushing my mouth over his. The taste of me on his tongue sent my mind whirling, and I moaned against his lips as he continued to use his cock to tease me into another frenzy.
“Wes,” I begged, gliding my tongue over his bottom lip. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he asked, his voice demanding and rough.
“I want you,” I answered, kissing him again.
He groaned into my mouth, leaving me only long enough to get on a condom. He returned, his tongue thrusting into my mouth at the same time his cock thrust into me.
My head fell back as I gasped, but I clung to him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pumped into me.
“God, Wes,” I moaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
He pumped into me harder. “Fuck, Brynn,” he said, his hands tight on my hips as he pounded into me. “I’ve needed to feel you wrapped around my cock all fucking day.”
Flames flickered beneath my skin, my nails digging into his back as he fucked me. I let go, giving him all the control and access he needed, relishing the way he felt inside me. God, I’d never get enough of him. He stroked places I never knew I had with his cock, his tongue, his mouth, all of him.
I kissed him, then moved to his jaw, the shell of his ear. I took it between my teeth and bit, and he groaned and jerked into me harder. I gasped, lightning zapping up my spine at the sensation. “Yes, God, just like that,” I moaned against his skin, kissing everywhere I could touch.
“Fuck, Brynn,” he growled, upping his pace, driving into me harder, each time hitting my oversensitive clit.
He pulled away slightly, using his leverage on me to lean me back just enough for him to see where we connected. His features were purely primal as he watched himself pump into me, and it made my entire body clench around him.
“Wes,” I breathed his name, my second release building, twisting inside me.
He slowed immediately, his eyes locking with mine as he dragged his cock in and out of me.
I gasped, my chest heaving and my body trembling as he held me in anticipation. I tried to move against him, tried to buck my hips to take what I needed, but he held me so tightly I couldn’t. Excitement whirled inside me, the effects of hanging on the edge of release making me slightly dizzy.
Weston grinned at me, the smile almost animalistic as he leaned over me, his lips brushing mine. “Brynn,” he said, slowly rocking into me. Each stroke was like a match to kindling, the flames brightening every time.
“Yes?” I whispered, barely able to think around the way he was making me feel—all tight and hot and on edge.
He thrust into me a little harder.
“Be a good girl,” he said, and my body was on fucking fire. “And come on my cock.”
He pounded into me then, snapping the slow pace in the span of a heartbeat. The switch was exhilarating and shattered me into a million pieces. I clung to him as I came, my thighs clenching around his hips so tight he had to fight through it to maintain his relentless pace, stroking one orgasm right into another before he found his release inside me.
I fell against him, my head over his shoulder, my body limp with pleasure as we both came down.
Weston planted kisses down my neck and over my lips as my shivers subsided and my breathing evened out. Gently, he slipped out of me, returning quickly to clean us both up before he scooped me off the island and cradled me to his chest.