Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“No,” I groan at the sensation she’s causing. “Just… sure about you.”
Her lips curve, slow and knowing. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
And this time, when I pull her closer, there’s nothing light about it at all.
Juno initiates the first kiss and lust spears through me. The sound that leaves me is rough, pulled straight from my chest as my hands slide over her back to palm her ass before squeezing hard. Juno arches her body, creating delicious friction on my cock, which has woken up and decided it’s glad conversation is over.
“Jesus,” I breathe out, more to myself than her as I whip my T-shirt off her body. “You know how to drive me crazy but two can play at that game.”
With strong hands at her hips, I pin her to my lap, and her nails dig into my arms as I bring her closer, so close my mouth finds her immediately. I take her nipple between my lips, sucking hard enough that she gasps, her body jolting in my hold.
I groan against her, easing the pressure long enough to soothe the sting with my tongue before switching sides. Holding her trapped like this, helpless and trusting, makes me feral. I take my time, alternating between slow, teasing pulls and quick bites until her head tips back, her breath breaking.
“I need more,” I murmur, shifting my body, lowering her to the couch with a care that doesn’t match the hunger in my voice. “Need you under my mouth. Need to taste you.”
Her body reacts instantly—legs pressing together, breath stuttering. I watch it all, dragging my hands down her sides and hooking into her panties along the way. Once they slide free, I spread her legs slowly, letting her feel every second of anticipation.
Juno stares at me with wide eyes, glittering with need. I glide my fingers along her inner thighs, watching as she shivers. I part her gently, my thumbs tracing where she’s already slick and ready, feeling the way she opens for me.
I slide a finger inside her enough to feel her tighten, then deeper, and watch her hips lift off the couch as she gasps.
“Fuck,” I breathe, pulling my hand back to taste her. “You’re incredible.”
Her laugh is breathless as I pull her closer, positioning her exactly where I want her. My hands guide her legs wider, my mouth hovering close enough that she can feel my breath before I touch her.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I tell her.
Then I bury my mouth between her legs.
Juno cries out instantly, hands slamming into my shoulders as my tongue presses into her, slow and deep. I take my time, learning her rhythm, her responses. Every sound she makes feeds me—every tremor, every inhale.
I change patterns constantly—long, steady strokes, then quick, precise flicks that make her gasp and arch. I use my fingers, stretching her, filling her, never letting the sensation feel predictable. Juno makes incoherent sounds that are fucking adorable and her hips gyrate, seeking more contact.
When her body starts to tense, when I feel her hovering right on the edge, I focus there—tongue relentless, fingers driving deeper until she breaks.
Her orgasm hits hard, ripping a cry from her as her body bucks beneath me. I don’t stop. I stay right there, keeping her open, riding it out with her until she’s shaking and overstimulated and begging me to stop.
Only when she’s completely undone do I pull back, watching her chest rise and fall, her skin flushed, her expression wrecked.
I go to my knees, my hands sliding under her thighs as I lift her legs higher, positioning her exactly where I want her. When she tries to scoot back, I stop her with a firm shake of my head.
“Stay,” I say. “I’ve got you.”
I guide myself to her, dragging the head of my cock through her slick heat, watching her gasp as I brush against her clit. She tilts her hips instinctively, silently begging.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “I know.”
I push into her slowly, inch by inch, feeling the way she stretches around me, the heat, the tightness, the way she takes me like she was made to. I cover her body with my own, my forehead dropping to hers as I breathe through the intensity.
“Tell me you feel that,” I say, low and rough.
“I feel you,” she whispers.
I push fully inside her then, holding still as we both register the moment—full, complete, changed.
I move carefully at first, long, deep strokes that draw quiet hums from her throat. Her hands roam over me as my pace builds. The couch creaks beneath us as our rhythm grows more frantic and explosive.
I cradle her as I move, kissing her deeply while I thrust into her, our bodies locked together in a way that feels too intimate to ignore.
Her climax hits again—hard and fast—and this time it drags me with her. I brace myself above her, watching her face as I give in, the release tearing through me with a low groan as I spill into her, completely undone.