Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
We technically haven’t even had a first date yet, and I don’t know if it’s appropriate or ladylike to come on someone’s face and tongue, so, so wet and so, so earth-shatteringly, but Rowleigh responds between attacking my clit.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
He asks so nicely, but he punishes me like a demon, doing things to my vagina that I will never recover from. He’s a vagina wrecker. In a good way. But also in a bad way because now I’m going to crave him like sweet and salty, and that basically covers all the cravings.
He drives his tongue into me and pinches my clit. My brain goes haywire, and my body follows, crashing apart and bursting into ecstasy. I scream weakly, the sound tapering off into a little whimper as my lungs forget how to work while the pleasure embraces me, but the rest of me is wild, riding out the climax as I come and come, harder and harder, until the pleasure finally crests and winds down. It’s like a brutal muscle cramp, where the soreness leaves one spent, breathless, and aching mildly in that spot for days.
But also not at all like a muscle cramp because those suck.
Nothing about this sucked. At all.
Rowleigh slowly stands, and I open my eyes. The island lights above us illuminate how wet his chin and mouth are. I surge up and grasp his neck, dragging his face down to crush my mouth to his. I sweep my tongue over his bottom lip, tasting myself and biting gently, so eager to taste him too that our teeth nearly crash together.
I’m not just eager for the kiss.
I need him. I want to feel him inside me, losing control and finding that same harsh, delicious pleasure as his world fractures apart.
I reach for his jeans, tugging at the button. Considering that I can barely feel my fingers or any other non-essential parts of my body, I do a decent job. The jeans are worn in, and the buttonhole has slight fraying. It’s soft under my fingertips, and the button gives without much of a struggle. I wrench the zipper down, then shove both my hands into the waistband and maneuver it all down. Jeans. Boxers.
Clothes, bad.
Pants, bad.
He deepens the kiss when I free his cock and wrap my hand around the hard, thick length of his shaft. He’s impossibly hot, the skin burning and silky. I roll my hand down his length, applying more pressure at the tip. He’s soaked there, and when I guide that slickness back down his shaft and pause, he throbs in my hand.
He plants both hands under my ass and tugs me to the edge of the counter. I line his cockhead up with my entrance, twine my feet around the backs of his thighs, and wriggle against him until his forehead drops down to mine. I look up at him, blinking quickly. His eyes are closed, his face twisted with feral pleasure and the need to keep his control over it.
I don’t want control. I want him filling me up, fucking me hard, losing it.
His hands are still on my ass, and I mirror him, reaching as far as I can around his hips and digging my fingers in.
I’ve never been this bold before, but I’ve also never been this desperate. I’ve never needed anything so badly in my life.
I watch as he surges forward and flexes his hips with so much power that he drives me back a few inches on the counter despite also holding me in place. I hiss as he fills me halfway with that single stroke. I spread my legs and angle forward, pulling myself to him so I can take the rest of him. If he’s feral, I’m just as much of a beast.
“Holy chicken fries,” he mumbles.
Yeah, holy chicken fries is right.
Chapter fourteen
Rowleigh
We’re sprawled out on Bellatrix’s bed. I like the simple patchwork quilt she has. It’s not old, but it is lovely, the mixture of blues and patterns a striking contrast to the rest of the room, which is more millennial grey with a matching bedroom set in espresso. It’s certainly tasteful, but I can see why she’d want to personalize it.
She’s tucked in against my side, her hair still dripping wet. She had a shower while I ordered food. I had to get dressed to receive the delivery, but I undressed and rinsed off after. Her big, fluffy purple robe shouldn’t be so alluring. It’s granny in the extreme, but it’s also gaping open just enough in the front that it’s giving major side boob. My dick appreciates that. He appreciates it far more than he should, given that he just got a full workout in.
Bellatrix said she had a craving for wood-fired pizza, so that’s what I got. Plus, pickle spears.