Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Let me make something clear.” He cut her off, almost angrily. “You are my type, or else I wouldn’t be standing in front of you with my cock so damn hard I could fucking pound nails. Everything about you is beautiful and desirable and I want to see what’s mine.” The last part of his sentence came out as a demanding growl that sent shivers down her spine and bolstered her courage.
Well, alrighty then . . . She dropped her hands to her sides and let her knees fall open, shedding every last bit of inhibition for the night.
His jaw clenched as his dark eyes traveled up her legs, over her exposed and throbbing pussy, along her soft stomach and the swell of her hips, to her large, heavy breasts and the aching nipples that seemed to grow tighter under his hungry gaze.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he said, his eyes finally meeting hers as he started unfastening his pants. “Don’t ever hide any part of your body from me. Understand?”
And that was that. “Yes, sir.”
He smirked. “You’re learning.”
She watched as the rest of his clothes came off, enjoying the strip show. Once he was naked, he fisted his erection and moved toward the bed.
Suddenly he stopped and swore beneath his breath. “I don’t have any condoms with me,” he said, clearly not happy about the realization. “I’m clean, but I don’t want to risk—”
“It’s fine . . . I’m fine. And I’m on birth control.” Because it helped some of her PCOS symptoms. And the thought of him sliding into her, without anything separating their bodies, was too much of a treat to miss.
“Good.” With that settled, he moved up onto the bed, pushing her knees wide apart and trailing damp kisses along her inner thigh, building her anticipation. Finally, he reached the apex of her thighs and she squirmed, dying to feel his mouth on her sex.
“First things first,” he murmured, placing her legs over his shoulders. His hands held her hips and his warm breath cascaded over her sex. “These gorgeous thighs . . . I want them wrapped around my face and shaking as I eat your pussy.”
His dirty words shot liquid lust through her veins, and the stroke of his tongue licking up her seam had her clutching the comforter and arching her back. She exhaled a gasping breath, then groaned as he did exactly what he’d promised and devoured her like no man ever had before. Like he was starved and she was his feast.
His mouth was relentless, his bold licks making her dizzy and desperate, and the graze of his teeth against her ultrasensitive flesh sent her reeling. He sucked on her clit, fucked her with his tongue, then went back to teasing that bundle of nerves with long, slow swirls that had her sobbing for relief.
The pressure and need inside her grew, and she would have thrashed on the bed had he not pinned her hips down with his fingers, which were sure to leave marks on her skin. When she was at the pinnacle of detonating, at the point of begging—and yes, her legs were shaking—he finally tipped her over the edge.
With a hoarse cry of pleasure, she came in quick, fluttering pulses against his tongue, her legs tightening against his head as she gave herself over to the most intense, earth-shattering orgasm of her life. Finally, her breathing evened and her heartbeat slowed, and God, she hoped there were more where that came from. She’d take all she could hoard this weekend because those kinds of orgasms were potentially addicting and this time with him was all she had.
His lips drifted across her stomach, and she opened her eyes, glancing down to find a very smug look on Derek’s face, his own gaze still hazy with lust. He slowly kissed his way upward and pushed her thighs wider apart for him to settle between.
“Much better than any battery-operated boyfriend, huh?” he teased.
She huffed out a laugh. “I don’t know . . . we still have that outstanding question about your stamina.”
He reached her breasts and pushed them together before running his tongue around her areolas. Then, he plucked her nipples with his fingers until they hurt so good and she was squirming beneath him again.
“Oh, I’ve got staying power, sweetheart, so I don’t want to hear any complaints when you’re up all night riding my cock. I swear you’ll be exhausted in the morning.”
“Promises, promises,” she said, then yelped when he sucked hard on a nipple, releasing it with a pop of sound, and grinned at her.
But the playful banter dissipated a moment later when he finally had their bodies aligned perfectly—his face right above hers, her thighs bracketing his hips, and the head of his cock nudging at her core.
“Ready for round two?” he asked, rocking another inch inside her, teasing her with the promise of being stretched and filled.