Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
"I liked those," she says.
"Too bad. I like you out of them." I rake my teeth across her nipple, earning another whimper from her kiss-swollen lips. I can tell she wants to argue, though. Chloe always wants to fucking argue. It's who she is. She was born with her attitude fully formed, unwilling to take orders or bow to anyone. Even as a kid, she was a handful. And I've fucking loved it since long before I understood why I found her so fascinating.
"You don't get to boss me in bed, Trystan," she finally manages to gasp.
"Boss you?" I smirk, running my lips down her belly. "No, baby. I'm not going to boss you. I'm going to ruin you."
"Trystan," she groans.
"You already ruined me." I nip at her lower belly and then rake my teeth down it as I fit myself between her legs, shouldering my way into place where I belong—on my fucking knees at the gates of heaven.
Her pretty pussy is right there in my face—dripping, pink, bare, and untouched. I smell her desire, sweeter than the grapes on the vines at home, headier than the finest wine in our collection—and I want to spread her wide and devour her. Not nice and sweet and slow, but pillage and conquer and fucking consume.
I've waited so long for this. So fucking long.
"I…" Her gaze bounces from mine, her throat working. "Um, I've never…"
Oh, fuck me.
She's been waiting for me, too.
I've always suspected that she'd never been with anyone else, but the confirmation hits my system like a goddamn drug.
I want to thank God and howl at the same damn time. So many years when we could have had this, been this, done this. When she could have said fuck it and chosen someone else. But she didn't. She waited for me, the same way I would have waited for her until my last breath.
There is no holding back or taking it slow now. Hell, no.
I'm a beast snapping his chains, snarling at the feast laid before him. I yank her into me, burying myself face-first in her pussy.
"Trystan!" she shouts, grabbing for my hair with both hands.
As soon as her taste—sweet, tangy perfection—hits my system, it's all over. I want every drop, and I want it now.
I spread her wide, licking and sucking like a madman. She shouts and trembles and moans. Goddamn, the way she moans. I want it to be the last thing I hear before I leave this earth.
"Fucking hell, Chloe," I growl, flicking my tongue against her clit as I slowly work two fingers inside her. She's a vise around them, so fucking tight. "I want to keep you here all day, just like this. Does it feel better than your dreams, princess?"
"Yes," she sobs, rocking her hips so that she's practically riding my face from below. I'm not complaining. Seeing her like this—all wanton and wild for me—is the highlight of my life, hands down. "Please don't stop, Trystan. Please."
"You think I would? I want you wrecked, baby." I curl my fingers up, searching for her G-spot. I know the second I find it. Her mouth opens in a soundless cry, her inner muscles clamping around my fingers. "That's the spot, isn't it?"
She clings to the sheets, her eyes rolling wildly.
"Yeah, it is." I chuckle, running my tongue all around her clit while I stroke that spot again and then again.
She shatters with a choked cry, practically levitating from the bed. I hold her down with one hand on her hip, keeping her right where I want her as she convulses, soaking my face.
It's the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen. I lick her through it, growling and cursing, desperate to tip her over the edge again just so I can see it one more time.
"Please, please," she gasps, trying to squirm away from me.
"Nu-uh. You told me not to stop licking this pretty little pussy." I flick my tongue against her clit again and then again. "So I'm not going to, princess. Not until you give me one more. Give it to me." I seam my lips around her swollen clit, sucking hard.
"Trystan!" she shouts, falling apart for me again, more intensely than the first time. This one leaves her shattered beneath me, shaking and gasping.
I lick her through it, gently bringing her back down. Once she falls limp, I press a soft kiss to her clit and then prowl up her body, leaving adoring kisses in my wake. I stop at her lips, my eyes locking with hers.
"You're fucking beautiful when you're coming for me, Coco." I brush strands of hair out of her face. "Maybe that'll be my next tattoo, you just like this."
"Don't…" She pauses, panting. "Don't you dare."
I chuckle, lying beside her, grinning. Happier than…fuck…happier than I've been in a long time. Too damn long.