Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Watch how good I can be to you.” He runs his hand up my bare thigh, the one resting on the broad expanse of his shoulder. “Maybe then you’ll be a little better to yourself.”
There’s a flutter where my heart should be. I grope blindly for the organ, wondering where the hell it went. The same way I grope for air.
What is happening?
Why can’t I get a grip on my body?
He lifts his hands and gently parts me. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”
I laugh, because I’m worried I’ll cry if I don’t. “Thanks? Thank you?”
He uses his thumbs to play with me, running one through my slit, tickling my clit with the other.
It’s all I can do not to convulse. I feel like I’m being crushed by the weight of my need to come. This is a heavy, heavy thing to carry, and I’m not sure how much longer I can last.
Make it last. I don’t wanna go home.
He tilts his head down, his neck bending in the sexiest way imaginable as he presses his lips to my clit.
I bite back a loud moan at the sharp-edged lust that tears through my core. His mouth is soft and hot and everything I didn’t know I needed.
His tongue slips between the seam of his lips. He licks me. Kisses me. Toys with me, pressing the tip of his tongue to my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
I grab at him. Grab his hair, reveling in the feel of the thick mass of it.
“Colt.” I tug. “I’m…already…so close.”
In reply, he gives my cunt an open-mouthed kiss. Tongue and lips and, God, just everything.
It. Is. Everything.
This is no half-assed ministration done in the hopes of getting laid. This is the real deal. I don’t have to fake my enjoyment because, well, how could I not enjoy the hell out of this?
I’ve never seen a man go down on me this way. I watch, soul leaving my body, as he moves his head, the kiss becoming ardent. I’m panting. Breathing his name.
He’s grabbing my hand and guiding it inside my shirt. Together we play with my breasts, paying particular attention to my pierced nipple.
Guys are always into that piercing. But sometimes, I feel like they’re secretly judging me. Like I’m the kind of girl they’ll hook up with but not the kind they’d ever take seriously or date.
The piercing gives them permission to treat me like an object.
I do not feel like an object with Colton’s face between my legs.
I feel worshipped. Adored even.
Important.
“This is so good,” I manage, my throat tight all of a sudden. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
Colton scrapes his teeth against my clit. At the same time, we pinch my nipple.
My cunt spasms.
I come. I have to keep biting my bottom lip so I don’t shout and yell and just, yeah, totally come apart. Because this orgasm is seismic.
It rocks through me, an earthquake that has my legs shaking and my mind going blank. I roll my hips against his mouth. Colton, bless him, doesn’t stop eating me out. He just slips his other hand onto my ass and holds me steady while I ride the wave.
My heart is trying very hard to beat its way out of my body. The wooden siding chafes my back as I move, but I don’t care.
The orgasm seems to go on forever, stoked to continuous life by Colton’s lips. His tongue.
His tenderness.
Goner, I think wildly as I float back to earth. I am a motherfucking goner.
My body goes limp. I’m finally able to open my eyes.
When I do, I see Colton giving my cunt one last kiss before he looks up at me. His lips are slick with my arousal.
But it’s his eyes that make my heart turn over. Or really, his whole expression. He’s pure golden retriever right now, brow a little furrowed like he’s worried he didn’t please me.
I smile, even as there’s a prick in my eyes. “Good. Great. Excellent. Whatever’s better than excellent. Colton, that was…” I let out a breath. “Best. The best. Ever, ever, ever.”
His hand is still on my breast. He gently kneads it. “You’re gonna give me a big head.”
“Lemme guess. You already have one.” My eyes flick to his crotch.
“You catch on quick.”
“Here.” My chest heaves as I try to calm the shaking that’s taken over my entire body. “Let me take care of that.”
His eyes are earnest when he replies, “That’s not what this is. Tit for tat. I don’t expect—”
“What if I want to?” I curl my fingers in his hair, running my nails over his scalp. “Maybe I can make you feel good too.”
His lips part as I continue to play with his hair. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Up, cowboy.” I give his hair another tug.
He carefully removes my leg from his shoulder. “You okay to stand?”