Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Without releasing her tit, he slid two fingers inside her, immediately curling them to find the spot that had driven her wild the other night. Beth bucked and shouted.
A dark chuckle rumbled in Saint’s chest as he clamped a hand over her mouth. “Shh,” he soothed around her breast.
“Sorry,” she mumbled against his palm. “It’s just so go… oh shit.”
He gently raked his teeth over her nipple as he finger-fucked her, making her see stars.
“Sadist,” she managed, panting.
Saint sent another evil laugh floating into the room.
“Saint…” She couldn’t think beyond the waves of pleasure originating beneath his hands and mouth. “Please… now.”
He lifted his head, fingers still working inside her, and the white-hot yearning nearly had her coming right then. “I don’t know if you’re ready for my cock yet?”
“What?” she scowled at him. “I’m ready.”
His lips curved while he pressed his thumb to her clit.
Beth flopped back on the pillow, breathless. “Now you’re just being mean.”
He kissed her quickly, once. Then again, longer and sweeter, slowing his hand inside her. “I like you like this,” he whispered. “Hungry, desperate for me.”
“Yes.” She craned her neck, chasing his lips for another kiss, which he granted. She felt drugged, out of her mind. He overwhelmed all her senses until nothing existed but Saint.
His intoxicating taste.
His spicy, leather scent.
The whispered murmurs and curses.
His gorgeous face and body.
And the way his hands and mouth brought her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced with a man.
This time, when he broke the kiss, she whimpered.
“I’ll only be gone a minute,” he whispered as he rose on his knees. The hand inside her disappeared, only to end up on his zipper.
Beth pushed up onto her elbows. No way was she willing to miss a second of the show. Their gazes met as he flicked the button open, then lowered the zipper. One of his dark eyebrows arched as if to say, ‘keep going?’
Beth nodded, licking her lips. She’d had that cock in her mouth and still ached to see the reveal.
He backed up until he could step off the bed, then, slowly, to torture her, of course, lowered the jeans and his boxer briefs while watching for her reaction the entire time. She almost forgot to look down, lost in a sea of rippling abs and gorgeous inked artwork. But as she followed the roots of a tree down his side and over his hip, her attention went to his rigid cock where it jutted from his body. Long, thick, and reddened with need. A bead of precum dotted the tip, and had her licking her lips.
The crinkle of a condom wrapper snapped her attention upward. Her pussy clenched as he tore it open. Only a few more seconds and he’d be inside her.
As he rolled the condom down his length, Beth stared. She drew her heels up, bending and widening her knees.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered. “So fucking sexy.”
He pounced forward, crawling up her body until his hips nestled between hers. She tilted her pelvis as she reached between their bodies. “Allow me. You’re taking too long.”
He leaned over until their lips were an inch apart. “Knock yourself out. It’s your dick now.”
Her heart skipped a fucking beat. Did he mean he wanted more than sex? No, of course not. It’d never work. He just meant for the night.
So she’d better make the most of her time.
As he kissed her, she guided his cock to her entrance. Saint needed no instruction. He thrust forward into her with slow but steady pressure. Her body yielded to him at once as though he belonged there, as though they’d done this a hundred times.
He ripped his mouth away, then rested his forehead against hers. “Jesus-fucking-Christ, you’re tight. I can barely breathe. Good?”
“Yes. So good. It feels…” Right. So incredibly right.
“Full?”
“Fuck yes. You fill me perfectly.”
His eyes flared, and he groaned. “Fucking perfect.” Then he kicked into gear, drawing his hips back and snapping forward again. Beth locked her ankles at the base of his spine and wrapped her arms around his upper back, clinging to him as he fucked her with powerful rolls of his hips.
Every thrust hurtled her closer to an explosive finish, rushing at her way too quickly. She wanted to stay here, suspended in this high for as long as possible, where nothing mattered but her and Saint.
But he apparently had other ideas.
“I want to be deeper,” he ground out, voice deep and sensual. He slipped an arm under her thigh, hiking her leg onto his shoulder. The new position spread her impossibly wide and allowed him to get closer, deeper. So deep she could practically feel him in on a cellular level.
“Saint…” She whined and gasped, trying to stay in the moment when her mind felt fuzzy with pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, can you feel how deep I am?” He pressed a hand to her lower belly as he fucked her like a man possessed.