Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“He could have stabbed me.”
“Instead, he just hit you with a stun gun.” I mean, I know that’s way better, but I still don’t love the idea of him getting hurt.
“But the bigger point is that he didn’t. Why the fuck not?” His brows rise, and he cocks his head, already knowing the answer to his own question.
“Me.” He nods. “Because I care about you or because he needs you to lead him to me?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
“I’m still pissed he hurt you.”
“He didn’t hurt me, Bonte.”
“But—”
“Only you could ever hurt me.” He doesn’t give me a chance to fully process that confession before his mouth is on mine. Eros flips me onto my back. “Time to collect.” I know he’s teasing, but I think I’d let Eros collect anything he wanted from me. My heart is at the top of that list.
Chapter Fifteen
EROS
Kissing was always a strange concept to me. To have a person so close to your face, unable to see what else they might be doing. Sounds like a sure way to get knifed. With Bonte, however, I’d let her cut me to pieces if I could keep on kissing her. To be able to continue to hear those sexy little sounds she makes that go straight to my dick.
I should take things slowly. She’s had a lot happen over the last few days, but I’m not a good enough man. I need to taste her. The mark I left on her neck isn’t enough anymore. I’m not sure anything will ever be, but I can drown myself in her. That might soothe the need clawing at me to get at her.
It gives me a bit of that same sensation and feeling I experience when I’m about to snap and lose my temper. That’s never good. I often can’t even remember what took place when that red haze melts away.
I let my mouth leave her long enough to push up her shirt. She helps me pull it off over her head. She’s bare underneath it. I had known that when she was in my lap; I could feel her hard nipples against me as I pulled her close.
I push up on one arm to see her in just her panties, but it's not enough. I lift her.
“Ahh!” She laughs when I drop her in the dead center of the bed, making sure I stay between her thighs so that they are spread for me.
I stare down at her, my eyes tracing every luscious inch.
“Eros—” She starts to try and cover herself.
“Don’t.” I stop her, not wanting her to hide any part of herself from me.
“You’re staring.”
“I’m always staring at you.”
A giggle leaves her, making her tits bounce. “Well, I’m not used to being all naked around other people.” I feel a rumble inside of me at the thought of anyone else seeing her this way, a possessiveness taking over. “Did you just growl?”
I clear my throat. “No?” Had I?
“Remove your shirt,” she orders. I reach over my head, grabbing the back collar and pulling it off, tossing it to the floor next to the bed. "Holy shit." Bonte shakes her head. "How many abs do you have?"
"Feel free to count them." I slide my hands up her hips, memorizing her curves.
"I don't need to count them. It's ridiculous. You're hard all over."
"And you're soft all over." I cup her tits in my hands, and she smacks my hand, but I don't release them. They fill my hands perfectly.
"Soft?" She appears offended.
"Yes, like a rose petal."
"Eros," she whispers my name. "Rose petals." A shy smile takes over her face. "That's sweet."
"You're sweet." I lean down to take one of her nipples into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it. Memorize it, too, before I suck on it.
Bonte's back arches off the bed, pushing more of her tit against my face. Seeing that she's enjoying what I'm doing, I move to her other nipple, giving it that same attention.
I don't want to stop, but I need to taste more parts of her. I keep working my way down her body. I continue licking and sucking as I progress. Bonte starts to shift and wiggle. It’s the same as she’d done in my lap when I got her off.
It’s another tell that she’s turned on by what I’m doing, and I’m following all the signs her body is giving me. This has to be good for her. I need her to crave it because I already know I’m going to be addicted to eating her pussy.
When I get to the top of her panties, I hook my fingers into them and slowly pull them down, trailing behind them with my mouth as I kiss her inner thighs and then her knees to her calves. I'll have to flip her over next time so I can taste all the parts hidden from me right now.