Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Penn enters his bedroom and drops me onto the bed without ceremony. His grin is devilish as he follows me with single-minded focus. His hands move quickly, pulling off my shoes, clothes, underwear until I’m naked beneath the glow of the bedside lamps and afternoon sun pouring in through the windows.
I start to cover myself, but he stills my hands, silently commanding me to stop. And I do. Because the way he’s looking at me with such hunger banishes any lingering self-consciousness.
The man’s eyes never leave mine as he takes a moment to strip down to his bare skin. He doesn’t rush and I don’t look away as he reveals the broad expanse of rippling muscle and inherent power that comes with it.
When he stands before me, fully naked and already erect, I can’t look away. He’s beautiful. Strong. So very ready.
His hand presses to my chest and urges me back down. I think he’s going to cover me, but instead he grabs my ankles, drags me to the edge of the bed, and sinks to his knees.
This is our third straight day together—being intimate—and it’s the third straight day he’s gone down on me. He seems to love it and while I’ve never been comfortable with such worship, Penn makes me feel beautiful in that vulnerability.
Warm breath hits the inside of my thighs. I try to close them, nerves getting the better of me, but firm hands keep them apart. And then his mouth finds me.
The sensation is too much. Too intimate. Too overwhelming. Too everything and I can’t get enough.
I clutch the sheets, crying out as pleasure sparks like wildfire, building into something that threatens to consume me whole. Penn’s mouth is everywhere, and it’s all I can do to stay grounded beneath the relentless onslaught of sensation. He moves against me, hungry, focused. My mind fractures and scatters and once again, I’m thrashing beneath him.
I’m already raw from the first orgasm he pulled from me with nothing but his fingers, but I need the next one that’s building. It’s not enough for him and it’s not enough for me. How can it ever be enough when it feels this good?
Penn’s hands slip beneath my thighs, palms curling around and over the top. He lifts my legs, spreads them wider and exposes every part of me. The cool air grazes my damp skin seconds before he lowers his mouth again, tongue dragging slow and deep between my folds.
My hips jerk violently. It’s instinctual. Desperate. A raw plea without words. He doesn’t just kiss me there—he devours me, lavishing attention that borders on obsession. Each pass of his tongue builds a pressure so sharp it hurts. I want to tell him to stop. I want to beg him never to stop.
There’s no rhythm I can latch onto, no pattern to brace against. He gives and takes on his own terms, teasing me with long, slow laps until I start to come down from the edge… and then he strikes again with fast, ruthless flicks that make me cry out, fingers twisting into his hair as I cling to the only thing anchoring me to the bed.
“Penn… I’m going to die,” I practically sob.
Something about those words seems to turn him on because he sounds like a man in pain as he groans against my wet folds. It feels like this is something he’s thought about a thousand times and now that he’s finally here, he won’t be satisfied until he’s undone me completely. It turns him on to wreck me and God help me… that turns me on even more.
I’m robbed of air. I can’t think. All I know is the slick slide of his tongue, the wicked curl of his fingers when he adds one, then two, and I arch so hard my spine threatens to snap. There’s no grace left in me, no modesty. Just a primal need to fall over the edge.
The moment he flattens his tongue against the most sensitive part of me and adds a maddening flutter, I break apart. No warning. No control. Just pure, reckless release that rips through me like a lightning strike.
This orgasm is so violent it almost hurts. I feel the scream catch in my throat, but it never makes it out. Instead, I choke on it, mouth wide and silent as my whole body shudders beneath the weight of it. My fingers are still tangled in his hair. My legs shake against his shoulders. Every inch of me trembles as the aftershocks ripple through my core.
By the time I blink myself back into the present, Penn is already surging up my body. Despite the fact that I was just shredded from the inside out, I actually lust for him more than I ever have. I need him inside me. His eyes meet mine… sharp, focused, so very hungry.