Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
She lifts onto her forearms and looks down at me. “What are we doing, Grange?”
“I’m going to enjoy my dessert.” I take her hips and pull her pussy to my lips. The first kiss leaves her gasping. The second deepens, and I’m rewarded with a moan. The third has me nipping at that sweet little bud of hers, causing her to buck against my mouth several times.
Grabbing her hips, I hold her down on top of me and start fucking her entrance with my tongue. I can almost taste the peaches that run through our veins at the Pass, the juice that has me licking my lips and going back for more, and when her body tightens and fucks my tongue right back, I fall for her all over again.
She bounces on top of me, her body becoming more erratic as she nears her release. I don’t want to slow the momentum, but she needs to be fucked properly. I sit up, flipping her beside me. Her face is flushed, her breathing heavy, her body squirms with need for me. “Tagger,” she begs.
“I’ll take care of you, babe. Such good care.” I tug the straps of her dress down, revealing her tits and those perfect hard nipples to me. I suck one and then the other as her legs rub together beneath me, seeking the relief I denied her earlier.
“Tagger, please.”
“Don’t worry, my good girl.” I place my cock at her entrance, then pin her wrists on either side of her head. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll remember this in every step you take for the next week. Is that what you want?”
“God, yes—”
I thrust inside her. Her mouth opens, and her head pushes back. A breath is sucked in and then I lean forward to kiss her. I pull back out and thrust back in. The tightness, the embrace, the heaven, the hell, her wet pussy taking me, all of me as I chase my release to catch up.
Her eyes are closed, and her tongue running along the corner of her mouth keeps my rapt attention. When she starts fucking faster and begs me for harder, I oblige, giving her all of my fucking body and soul.
“Yes. Yes. God. Yes,” she moans as I dip to kiss her neck and lick across her mouth. She frees a hand to dig her nails into my back. “I’m coming.”
The first squeeze of my dick sends me into my own blissful abyss. I sink lower and lower, fuck harder and harder until I hit that one place that has her trembling under me and teases my release out of me.
“Fuck, yes. So good, babe.” I’m left a hollow shell of the man I was, my girl taking every part of me she could. I gave it freely. I’ll give her anything she could ever dream of.
I only lie on top of her for a few breaths as I catch them and then fall to my back on the bed. Throwing my arm out wide while she’s on the other side is paradise. I finally can breathe normally, so I look over at her next to me.
She’s smiling and rolls to face me. “I’m really liking New York.”
“Now that’s what I want to hear.”
CHAPTER 28
Christine
I’m in Tagger Grange’s bed.
In New York City.
On a secret trip that only we know about.
Oh, how I wish I could text Lauralee. She’d be dying inside with me right now.
Would he kill me if I took a picture?
He’s just so freaking handsome, even sleeping. It would just be a little keepsake for me to have once I leave.
Although I could stare at him all day, as I have for the past approximately fifty-three minutes, my heart has become his in the short time we’ve been together. That can’t be captured in a photograph. So I don’t reach for my phone because it also might be interpreted as creepy. I don’t want to freak him out, especially since I once casually mentioned ways to murder him in his sleep.
I blink a few times, thinking I should probably get more rest. I sound absurd, even to myself. I close my eyes, but I already know it will be futile. Sleeping in isn’t typically something I get to do too often. My body is trained to wake before the roosters. I wonder if there are any roosters in this city. Hidden in a penthouse somewhere or a pied-à-terre in Brooklyn? What is a pied-à-terre anyway? I heard it on House Hunters recently, and it’s been lodged in my brain ever since.
Do they make rooster clocks? I bet Tagger would like one. It would remind him of home and maybe even of me. Yeah, I can’t sleep with my thoughts bouncing off the walls of my brain.
It’s been nice to stare at him, but I need something to occupy my brain.