Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“It would be,” I say, hypnotized by his dreamy eyes under a curtain of long lashes. I want a lifetime under this man and it doesn’t need to be in a mansion. I’d let him fuck me on a dirty mattress in an abandoned building if he said the word. But oh, isn’t this huge, clean bed so much better?
I sink deeper into the mattress when he kisses my neck, and I know I would follow him anywhere as long as he keeps this up, as long as he wants me. My fingers glide over his warm skin, and I could train as a masseuse just so I can worship him with my hands for hours.
“Delicious,” he rasps, sucking on my flesh in a spot I won’t be able to cover easily, but we’re here with his family, and if he wants to parade me around in a necklace of hickeys, gold, and pearly cum, I’m happy to follow his lead.
The sweet relaxation ends when he grabs my hips and rolls over, so he’s now under me, grinning as if I’m making a silly face.
I soon smile and go in for a kiss, resting my elbows next to his head. I take my time with his tongue, even as he asserts his dominance by sliding his hand into my hair and holding it firmly.
“Not a top after all?” I ask, winking at him.
Damen snorts and slides his finger from my temple to the chin, outlining half of my jaw. “I just feel I need to inspect the goods more thoroughly before I use them.” The slap across my buttock has me sucking in air through my teeth, but the force behind it makes my balls throb with need. “Go on, straddle me so I can see your ass.”
It gives me a thrill that he’s so into me. This polished, handsome killer with a trust fund chose me. I have flashes from last night of him adoring my tattooed ribs as if I were a masterpiece. And if that’s how he sees me, who am I to deny him?
My brain floats in endorphins as I sit on his chest reverse cowboy-style and salivate at the sight of his fat cock. For a moment, I even forget how much I long to be admired, and when my lover’s warm hands slide up the backs of my thighs, I push my ass back toward Damen’s face while burying my nose against his dick. Shame’s not an option anymore. It burned off me the moment he looked at me with those fiery eyes.
“Good boy.”
He pulls my hips back until I’m straddling his face, and—oh fuck—his hot breath is all over my dick.
I curl my toes, rubbing my cheek against his tool. It leaves a sticky streak on my skin, which only whets my appetite for that hard rod. Yesterday, I tasted it for the first time, and in this moment, the desire for another taste is almost impossible to resist. Damen smells amazing too, as if fresh sweat and musk were made into a perfume, the kind that makes one turn their head in the street.
Hands, so gentle yet strong, settle on my buttocks and squeeze them, as if my flesh was clay in need of shaping. If Damen is to be the artist, I’m willing to be his canvas. Bruises, scratches, cum, saliva—I’ll take it all.
“Love how excited you are to lap up my cock,” he murmurs in a voice that sends a shiver down my spine. “Pulsing with excitement yet?” Damen slides his hand between my spread ass cheeks just as I suck in his cockhead, and when he presses the tip of his finger to my hole, yes, I do feel it throbbing with heat against his skin.
I groan and my hips seem to move on their own, chasing more touch. I’m a needy little animal he’s caught in his snares, and I can’t wait for that little death. I will chase it, and make sure he gets his too.
“Oh, yes. Yes pwweeeese,” I mumble, taking his cock in halfway through the sentence. It somehow tastes even better than it did on the plane, and I cradle his balls, rolling them in my fingers. I’m about to take him deeper, when his tongue lashes my cockhead. I almost choke on the dick in my mouth when Damen’s lips latch onto me, applying pressure that has me breathless.
Fuck.
I don’t know if I’m already on the brink of my little death, but my mind is flying.
His mouth is gone as fast as it sucked me in, and I sob at the loss, nursing the hard shaft for comfort. It feels almost too big at the back of my throat, but I want to give him all of myself, my every hole, so I try to relax and sink lower as my man nips on my thigh.