Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I press her against it, her back arching. Her feet touch the floor and she breaks the kiss, her breath ragged.
She pushes me back, her hands firm on my chest, guiding me until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I sink onto it, the silky sheets cool against my back, a stark contrast to the heat pouring off her as she stands before me, her dress askew, her hair wild, her lips swollen from our kiss. She kneels between my legs, her hands quick, almost frantic, tugging at my belt. The leather snaps free, and then she yanks down my pants and boxers in one swift pull.
My cock springs out, hard and heavy, pulsing with need.
She stares, mesmerized, her eyes wide, pupils blown, her lips parting as she takes me in, the sight of her awe hitting me like a fist, making me even harder, if that’s possible. Her fingers wrap around me, her touch a spark that ignites every nerve, her palm soft but firm, stroking once, twice, until I’m trembling like a fucking leaf.
Her mouth follows, warm and wet, covering me, her lips stretching around my tip, her tongue swirling, slow and searing.
My head falls back, my hands fisting the sheets as a low groan rips from my throat. There are very few things in life I have to admit I love more than this. I really didn’t think it was possible to be more mesmerized with her than I was, but this moment proves me wrong.
Her red mouth slides down, taking me deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside, her teeth grazing just enough to make me shudder. The sweetness of her, the heat of her mouth, the way she hums, the vibration shooting through me—it’s too much, and I’m lost, utterly lost, my hips bucking, my hand tangled in her fair hair.
Chapter
Forty-One
LAUREN
The way his thick, heavy cock fills my mouth is so unbelievably sexy.
My lips stretch around him, my tongue pressing against the underside, teasing the pulsing vein, and I hum, the vibration making him shudder. The taste of him—salt and a hint of musk—floods my senses. It is freaking addictive, like a craving I didn’t know I had.
His groan rips through the air again, raw and unrestrained, a sound that sets my core ablaze, and makes me so wet I feel the wetness running down my thighs.
I love it, love the way he’s losing it, his hips bucking, his breath ragged, giving himself to me completely, no walls. Spurred on, I suck harder, my head bobbing, my hand pumping the base, fingers slick with spit. I’m ecstatic, my body humming with the thrill of causing this havoc inside him. I pull back, just enough to swirl my tongue around the head, lapping at the bead of cum there, salty-sweet and warm. I moan with neediness, savoring every drop like it’s mine. I slide lower, my lips brushing his balls, sucking one into my mouth, rolling it gently, then the other, their heat and heft making me ache.
This act in all its messiness has never been a favorite of mine, but with him, I cannot seem to get enough. His groans become louder, then a primal growl. It is shocking, the animal side of him. His raw voice fills the room, and my clit throbs with the sound.
“Fuck, Lauren, yes,” he curses, and I revel in it.
I take him deeper, my throat relaxing, letting his cock hit the back and go further. He trembles with the intensity of the sensation in his body. His cock thick and pulsing, and his thighs tense under my palms, his hands grip my hair tighter. Then he comes, sudden and fierce, a hot flood that fills my mouth and runs down my throat, and I swallow it all greedily, my tongue working to catch every bit.
The taste is perfect.
My eyes lock on his, watching his face contort, his gray eyes dark, his mouth open, and gasping. I pull back, licking my lips, my breath ragged. He’s panting, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his skin, and I’m alive, electric, wanting more, wanting him inside me.
I stand, my legs shaky, and tear off my sundress, the white fabric pooling at my feet. My bra and panties are gone in a frantic tug, leaving me bare, my skin flushed, my nipples hard, aching for his touch.
He’s quick as well as he takes off his shirt, and then we’re both naked, raw, crashing together, tumbling onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. His hungry mouth finds mine and his tongue plunges in, tasting himself on me, and then he’s kissing me down my neck, his teeth grazing, his lips sucking, leaving a trail of fire and marks I’ll see tomorrow. He moves lower, his tongue circling my nipple, sucking hard, biting just enough to make me cry out, my back arching, my hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.