Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“If someone catches us, I’ll never hear the end of this and you probably won’t leave here unless you’re in a body bag,” she mutters, making me grin up at her.
“It’s worth the risk,” I answer, confessing the damn truth. Then I take her leg and throw it over my right shoulder as I position myself to easily reach her center. I can already see the slick coating of her juices along the lips of her pussy. My fucking mouth waters.
“I don’t know who’s crazier—me or you.”
There’s no reason for me to respond. I don’t feel crazy. For the first time in my life, I feel grounded. This woman settles the emptiness that has clung to me. I don’t explain that. I know it’d scare the hell out of her. Instead, I let my fingers dance across her pussy. The wet heat of her hits me instantly. I hear a groan, and it takes a second for me to even realize it’s me making that noise. Separating her lips, I slide my fingers against her tender folds. Looking up, I watch her eyelids flutter, just from this hint of pleasure.
“Tell me you want this, Isolde. Tell me you want me,” I command gruffly. I shouldn’t push my luck, but I need to hear her say it—to admit that she wants me as much as I want her.
“I want you,” she whispers quietly.
I have to strain to hear her.
“You are mine, Isolde,” I growl. She starts to argue, but I don’t give her the chance. I use my fingers to keep her pussy open and dive in. I lick her first, gathering her sweet juices on my tongue and letting them destroy my tastebuds for anything but her ever again. She’s the sweetest dessert—heaven that explodes on my tongue. As her fingers clench into my hair, and she tries to press me even closer to her drenched cunt, I growl. I let the sound vibrate against her quivering flesh, then suck on her swollen clit. I pull on it like a man dying, knowing she’s the only one that can save me. I keep at her, alternating sucking and licking her clit—encouraged by the broken words of her pleading. While doing that, I slide two fingers inside her. Immediately, the velvet walls of her pussy clench around me, trying to suck my fingers in deeper. “So good,” I hum against her drenched folds while feasting on her. I steadily fuck her with my fingers, continuing my assault with my mouth. I can tell by the way her walls quiver that she’s close to coming.
“I can’t,” she gasps, trying to pull her body away from me. I grip her hip, keeping her right where I want her—not allowing her to even think of escaping. “I’m going to come,” she gasps.
“Let go,” I order, increasing the thrust of my fingers. “Come for me, Isolde.” Her body trembles, her walls tightening even more. I suck on her clit again, this time biting down on the swollen nub.
“Caleb!” she cries, as I feel her orgasm flood against my fingers. My face is soaked with her cream and I fucking revel in it.
“I want inside you,” I groan against her pussy, continuing to let her ride out her orgasm on my fingers.
“Caleb …”
My name is a mixture of fear and hunger. I press a kiss against her still throbbing clit. “I’m not going to take your virginity against the side of this damn building, baby. When I do that, I want you on a bed, looking up at me. I want to watch every second of your orgasm as I claim you completely.”
“I’m not sure—”
I lick her pussy, causing her to end whatever she was going to say with a moan. I don’t want to hear her denying me any longer. I lean back on my haunches. Staring into her eyes as I lick my fingers clean. “My woman tastes sweet as hell,” I growl quietly.
“Oh God,” Izzy whispers closing her eyes. Fear is coming off her in waves. I know I can’t push her more tonight. The last thing I want is for her to run away from me. I’m going to have to plan a sneak attack on her if I’m going to get her to claim me back.
For that reason—and that reason only—I don’t push my luck. I busy myself by getting her clothes. I take her panties and grin up at her. “These are mine.”
“Caleb …”
I grin and let her watch as I wipe her juices from my face with her thin, red silk panties. “This way I can smell your sweet cunt tonight when my hand is wrapped around my cock and I’m coming to the memory of pleasuring you.”
“I could … I mean …”
I help her step into her pants. Her fingers pressing into my shoulder—as she steadies herself—seems to brand me. I don’t think I could physically give her up now. It’d kill me.