Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Both.” The one word rumbles out in a growl, proving her point on that feralness that is fighting to break free before I bury my face between her thighs. A loud gasp leaves her as I run my tongue along her slit, taking her sweet juices that now belong to me.
Naomi’s hips buck, and I use my forearm to come down on them, pinning her into place. “You stay put, Sunshine; you agreed it was mine,” I remind her before diving back in, not giving her a chance to protest.
My tongue works her clit, teasing, before I dip it down farther. I stiffen my tongue to thrust it inside of her, using my fingers to spread the slit of her cunt open for me so that her clit shines for me with need, but I don’t give it the attention it’s begging for, not yet. I keep thrusting in and out of her with my tongue; Naomi’s hips slightly move with the rhythm.
“I need more.” It comes out as a plea.
“More what?” I lift my mouth to hover over her needy pussy.
“Pax—” She grips the comforter in her fists.
“You need to come, baby?”
A whoosh of air leaves her. “Yes.” I will never deny my girl what she wants. Especially when she’s allowing herself to be this vulnerable for me.
I suck her clit with hard pulls over and over, letting my tongue flick it too. A small scream leaves my woman as the orgasm rips through her violently. I keep going as the spasms of pleasure work through her body.
“Pax!” Her fingers dig into my hair as she floods my mouth with her sweetness, and I drink it down. She jerks her hips back, tugging at my hair, her clit overly sensitive now. I give it a few more sucks before I relent and prowl up her body.
Naomi’s flush spreads all the way down her chest. “Shit,” she mutters, and I kiss her, needing her to taste what I did to her body. When I lift my mouth from hers, I see a soft smile on her lips, her eyes closed. They slowly flutter open. “That was incredible.” Her smile grows.
“That’s good, Sunshine,” I tell her, dropping back to my knees between her spread thighs. “We have only just gotten started.” I grip her hips and flip her over onto her stomach and pull her ass into the air.
“There’s more?” She peers over her shoulder at me.
“Told you, I’m tasting everything,” I remind her right before I show her over and over, all through the night.
Chapter Sixteen
NAOMI
Ibolt up like there was a punch to my solar plexus, my hand sliding under my pillow, but there is nothing there.
“I put it on the nightstand, but I’ll remember to put it under your pillow next time.” I stare at Paxton and then quickly shift my attention to the other side of the bed, where he is not.
“You got out of bed.” It comes out like an accusation, but maybe it is.
“I wanted to have food ready for you when you woke up.” This may be a good enough reason for me to forgive him. He leans up against the doorframe, watching me. At one point he must have changed as well because he’s now in sweatpants and a plain white shirt.
“You got up,” I repeat more to myself, shaking my head. “This is bad.” I throw my legs over the side of the bed and quickly realize that I’m naked. I can see traces of Paxton on the inside of my thighs.
It thrusts forward all the sensations and feelings I experienced last night in a wave of heat, making my whole body warm.
“Talk to me.” Paxton appears relaxed without a care in the world.
“We can’t do this.” I stand, seeing Paxton’s shirt from last night on the floor. I grab it and put it on. My fingers fumble with the buttons.
“Let me.” Then he’s right there, buttoning them for me as my mind keeps racing. “Look at me.” Paxton doesn’t give me much of a choice as his hand cups my face and gently tilts my head backward.
Yes, that’s part of the problem right there. Paxton did it without me having a choice. Not because I couldn’t get away from him, but to do so I’d have to hurt him, and I don’t want to do such a thing.
“Tell me what that mind of yours is thinking.”
“I’m a light sleeper,” I tell him. How the fuck did he get out of that bed without me waking up? I’m broken. This is all his fault. He broke me, and I don’t know how to feel about it.
“Maybe I wore you out.” That can’t be. I could run a marathon and still sleep lightly enough to wake at any sound or movement. But I cannot deny this happened, so he could be right. Paxton kisses the tip of my nose.