Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I thrust out my chest as if to say, Then what are you waiting for?
Nero’s husky laugh does wild things to my insides. “If I taste them, I’ll want to taste your pussy immediately after.”
“And that’s a problem because?”
My thighs clench when he mutters, “Because I need to start here first.” He drags his thumb over my bone-dry lips. “Before I move to here.” My nipples are awarded his attention next. “Then I’ll finish here.” I pant when his finger slips between the folds of my pussy. I’m wet, so he doesn’t face an ounce of resistance. “Fuck.” His one word is rough and unhinged, the very essence of a man on the brink of release. “You’re already drenched for me.”
When he peers down at me, lust snatches the last of my apprehension. I launch at him, propelling myself onto my tippy-toes. Our lips brush, and a moan vibrates through my chest. I don’t know if it came from Nero or me, but it sets off a frenzy of grunts, moans, and teasing licks.
There’s nothing sweet about our kiss. Nothing childish. It is the embrace of lust, and it makes me the wettest I’ve ever been.
As Nero’s fingers again get lost in my hair, I scrape the back of his head with my nails and draw him closer. It is a rough kiss, full of passion and driven by need.
In seconds, we’re on the mattress, tangled in a mess of legs and arms. Nero grinds against an area damp enough to need a Slippery When Wet sign displayed while I bury my face into his neck.
It’s hard to remain hidden when his lips lower to my breast. There’s no coverage, and I can’t help but stare.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, arching my back before he swirls his tongue around the puckered nub.
“Fucking divine.” He adds a scrape of his teeth this time before he shifts his focus to my left breast. “Your tits are perfect.”
After enough attention to have me dripping, his mouth lowers several inches. I try to encourage him straight to my pussy, hopeful a hurried shove will have him missing the rolls my stomach isn’t without even when I lay as straight as an ironing board.
He won’t allow it.
As he pinches my nipple, sending a yelp bouncing around the room, his tongue traces the lines the teddy marked my skin with before he spears it inside my belly button.
That has me moaning.
I had no clue my belly button was an erogenous zone.
I breathe heavily when Nero’s tongue finds the edge of my crotchless teddy. His fingers look prepared to travel the same route as his tongue, but something deviates their attention.
“This is sexy.” He runs a calloused fingertip over the butterfly tattoo on my inner thigh before playfully grazing it with his teeth. My readiness smears his cheek. That’s how hidden my tattoo is. You have to splay my thighs wide open to see it. No man has ever bothered to get that close and personal with me. “I think you need one here as well.”
He bites at the delicate skin on my opposite thigh, sending another yelp bouncing around the room before he looks up at me.
He stares while pushing a finger inside me to the first knuckle, gauging my response.
I whimper.
It isn’t in fear.
It is in desperation.
We suck in a combined breath when he slides his finger out before he increases its burn by giving the solo traveler a girthy counterpart.
He pushes two fingers in deep, loving the desperate search of my hands to claw something. They scratch the bedding before bunching it into firm balls. My moans are nowhere near as controllable. They barrel out of me like waves crashing to shore.
I moan, cuss, and grunt as Nero continues to unravel me with his fingers. He pumps them in and out of me for several long minutes before he rolls his thumb over my clit.
That’s my undoing.
I come with a hoarse cry, shuddering and shaking through my first climax in over three years.
And then his mouth is on me.
“No,” is the first thought to leave my head, and then, “More. Please. Oh god.”
My hand flies up to clamp my mouth when Nero eats me with an expertise I’ve never experienced. He curls his tongue around my clit and grazes it with his teeth while finger fucking me at a leisured yet mind-spiraling pace.
I groan and rock my hips upward, mashing my pussy with his mouth. All quests for revenge are lost, my focus now solely on the present. I’m not Miranda, a soon-to-be divorcee. I am sexy and wanted and being eaten by the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Every muscle clenches as I come again.
I bite on the palm of my hand, silencing the franticness of my screams when Nero doesn’t stop.