Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 135321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
He raked his teeth over her pulse, flirting with the relentless temptation to bite and mark—it never gave him any reprieve. But no, he couldn’t do that to her.
His dick jerked when she let out a whimper loaded with so much hunger that she had to be literally hurting with the need to come. Hell, he could fucking relate. “Shh, I’ve got you,” he soothed into her ear. “I can give you what you need. All you have to do is settle down for me. I can’t taste your pussy if you don’t.”
She stilled, obviously intrigued by that idea.
He brought his face back to hers. Her eyes stared up at him, hazy with arousal and glinting with desperation. There was something else there. A hint of capitulation that pleased his cat. This wasn’t a full surrender, though. More like she was going to let him have his way for now purely because it suited her.
Tate kissed his way between the valley of her breasts and down her stomach and then gripped the waistband of both her jeans and panties. He spread more hungry kisses along her navel as he ever so slowly began to tug down her jeans and panties, stopping when they hit mid-thigh, trapping her legs in place.
Ignoring her frown, he did a teasing foray at the soft, bald V of her thighs with his tongue. “Haven’t tasted my pussy in over a week. I’m gonna enjoy this.” He used his thumbs to spread open her slick folds, and then he lapped at her clit and slit.
She was going to kill him, Havana decided. She was. The asshole knew she hated the feeling of being restricted. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. She didn’t hate it, she just hated that she liked it. In truth, being unable to move her legs—unable to spread them, or lift them, or expose more of her pussy to his mouth—inflamed her even more than it frustrated her.
She gasped as he wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled. Her eyelids fluttered closed. Damn if the man didn’t have one talented mouth. She wanted more of it.
She squirmed. “My clothes. Get them off.”
He lashed her clit with his tongue. “All right. On one condition.”
Havana narrowed her eyes, and her devil went still. “What?”
“Once I’ve got you naked, you have to spread those thighs wide and offer me what I want.”
In other words, he wanted another element of surrender from her. Not a surprise. She almost jumped as he gently scraped his teeth over the V of her thighs.
He inhaled deeply. “Not sure what I love more—your taste or your scent.” He suckled on her clit again, not so gentle this time.
She palmed the back of his head and bucked toward his mouth, not whatsoever impressed when he stopped.
“Well, what’ll it be? You want me to eat this pussy or not?”
She felt her nostrils flare. “Fine. I’ll give you what you want. Then you give me what I want.”
“Done.” Tate stood, pulled off her shoes, and then ragged off what was left of her clothes. He also shed his own clothing.
She could only stare at the thick, long cock tapping his belly. He made a damn spectacular sight with the broad shoulders, roped muscle, sleek tanned skin, rock-hard abs, and solid thighs.
He flicked up an expectant brow. A growl of approval rattled his chest when she slowly spread her legs, offering herself. “That’s it.” He knelt on the bed, gripped her hips, yanked her pussy to his mouth, and then plunged his tongue inside her.
Havana fisted the bedsheets. “Oh, fuck.” There was no teasing, no playing. He drove her hard and fast toward an orgasm—licking, probing, nipping, and feasting—but the bastard stopped just before she came. “Oh my God, you are such an asshole!”
Barely holding back a smile, Tate wiped his face on her stomach and then draped himself over her. “I don’t want you coming until I’m in you.” He palmed her ass and tilted her hips, loving how she clung to his back. She sucked in a sharp breath as he lodged the thick head of his cock inside her. But he didn’t thrust forward, didn’t give her more.
She pricked his back with her nails. “Tate.”
He lightly bit her earlobe. “What do you want, Havana? You have to tell me.” Because he didn’t want any recriminations. He didn’t want her later accusing him of seducing her against her better judgement or some shit like that. But, being a little miffed that he hadn’t once let her come, she didn’t seem in the mood to be cooperative.
She licked her lips. “You,” she replied simply, stubbornly.
Tate sank another inch of his dick inside her. “That’s not a good enough answer. Too vague, as you well know.” He lightly raked his teeth along her cheek. “What do you want?”