Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Probably missed me if you went out the bedroom. I just came in from out back. You hungry?” I’m not pushing the conversation we only had thirty minutes ago. The last thing she needs is pressure of any kind.
“Can we talk first?” I drop the home fries with the other ingredients. The palms of my hands press down on the granite countertop, head hanging between my shoulders, and my breathing is ragged as fuck.
“Jude.” Her hand touches the middle of my back and moves in a soothing manner, and when I feel her lips on my skin, I’m finally able to take the first full breath since I woke up this morning. When her arm wraps around my waist, I hold her there with my hand.
“Foxy.” She spins around, coming between me and the counter. I watch and feel as her hands glide along my bare chest, one palm covering the tattoo carefully and the other sliding behind me neck. She is silently asking me to dip my head closer to hers.
“I’m not upset with you, and I’m not leaving. It took me aback, and I needed time to process.” The rasp of her voice does everything to me—my heart, my head, my dick. It has me in one hell of a tailspin.
“Thank fuck.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not mad at you, but I can’t hold a grudge for very long. Plus, I really, really like you. All I ask is no more tracking type shit unless we talk about it first, okay?” She purses her lips, making me want nothing more than to put my mouth on hers.
“Really like you, too, Foxy. No new tracking devices, but the one on your phone stays there. You want to do the same to mine, I’ll set it up for you.” The group does the same with their significant others, and Briar is about to get the same deal on the watch Trent and Kennedy bought her.
“I’d like that, a lot.” The words barely leave her mouth before I’m wrapping my arms around her, lips attaching to hers, and I’m sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips before gaining entrance. I don’t take things slow. It’s fast, raw, and all consuming. When Ronnie lets out another gasp, I take things a step further. I lift her by the hips, place her on the counter, and spread her thighs.
“I thought we were going to eat,” she says with a shriek when her ass meets the cold countertop.
“Gonna eat you first, Foxy.” I tilt her hips, cursing the underwear that’s hiding her pussy from my view. “Hope you don’t like these.” My hand slides to her hip, pulling on the thin string. One good tug, and the wrenching of fabric along with our breathing is the only noise in the kitchen.
“I don’t think it matters if I did or not. Pretty sure that would happen no matter what. In case you wanted to know, your mouth and fingers on me are better than any scrap of fabric.” I drop to my knees, and my hands move beneath her thighs to pull her as close to the edge as I can get her.
“Good to know.” My voice is gruff. I’m too enraptured at the sight in front of me. Ronni’s pussy is soft, puffy, and saturated. I’ve yet to touch her, and she’s already wet for me.
The tip of my tongue slides down one side of her center to the other, ignoring where she needs me for the time being. I’m too busy licking every drop that coats her flesh. Her taste floods my senses, blurs my vision, and makes me want to bury my head between her thighs, every waking hour of every waking day. The touch of her fingers digging into my hair, pulling me where she wants me, does nothing to deter me from my goal. I suck one lip into my mouth while my eyes scan up Ronnie’s body, seeing her nipples tighten beneath her shirt. Shit, it seems she always has a shirt on at the most inconvenient times.
Still, her crystal-blue orbs hooded with desire as they look down at me, it’s goddamn perfection. I repeat the same process on the other side of her pussy, then help tilt her hips upward to push my thumb to her entrance and wrap my lips around her clit. She pulses around my finger, wanting more, needing more.
“No, no, no,” she groans when I take my finger away from her. She’ll like what I’ll do next more. I swipe her wetness to her back entrance, getting it ready for my finger stretching and preparing her to take my cock.
“Foxy, you good?” I pull back, thumb going back into her pussy, while I press two fingers in her ass, watching as she wiggles down on them.