Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Sensing my lack of control, heat leapt in Rook’s eyes as his thumb started to tease around my clit while two of his fingers slipped down, then slid inside me.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned as my walls closed around his fingers. “That’s it,” he murmured as my hips started to rock impatiently, needing the friction he wasn’t ready to give me. “Show me what you want.”
I wanted this.
More.
Him.
Everything.
But for the moment, I satisfied myself with rolling my hips as his thumb worked me, as his fingers started to lazily thrust.
It was so overwhelming, so fast.
My forehead pressed to Rook’s as a little whimper escaped me. “Rook…”
“Come for me.” It was a soft command, but my body obeyed immediately.
Pleasure sparked, caught, blazed through me, stealing my breath, leaving me whimpering as my body fell against Rook.
One of his arms went around me, holding onto me as I came back down.
His fingers were still inside me.
And, somehow, that fact had my sex tightening, dragging a rumble out of Rook.
“If you want to come again, I want to taste it.”
I guess the needy little whimper that escaped me—and the rush of wetness he felt—gave him all the answer he needed.
He eased me down onto my back.
Then he was kneeling between my legs, pressing my knees to my chest, and easing my panties down my legs, his hungry gaze on mine the whole time, making my belly do delicious little somersaults.
As soon as he had the material tossed somewhere to the side, he was bunching my skirt up around my hips, then lowering down.
His arms slid under mine, pushing my legs over his shoulders.
Then his mouth was on me.
Soft, sweet, practiced.
It wasn’t long before my hips were rocking against his tongue, before my fingers were twisted in his hair, and my moans were drifting off across the quiet farm.
He was relentless, never giving my body a chance for the pleasure to slip out of my grasp.
He was pulling me apart. Slowly, gloriously, and without shame.
I came, crying out his name, my thighs clenching his head, my hips rocking up to ride his face, dragging it out for all it was worth.
I fell back against the blanket gasping, panting, whimpering, my whole body feeling like a buzzing live wire.
Rook’s hands grabbed my knees, prying my thighs apart with a sexy little laugh before he was kissing his way up one thigh, then down the other.
“Rook,” I sighed as his soft kisses had me coming down from one orgasm and climbing toward another.
“Hmm?” he murmured, glancing up at me.
“Please…”
“Please, what?” he asked, his little smirk saying he knew exactly what I was begging for, but wasn’t going to give in until I said it myself.
I reached out, pulling him until he came over me, wrapping my arms and legs around him, then sealing my lips to his.
I kissed him long and hard as my hips rocked against his cock that was straining the fabric of his slacks.
My hands slid down the slope of his back, sinking into his ass to drag him more firmly against me as I moaned against his lips.
It wasn’t long, though, before that wasn’t good enough.
I grabbed his belt, yanking up so he lifted off me, then reached around to unclasp his belt, his button, his zipper, then tugged at his pants.
A sexy rumble moved through Rook at my greedy hands.
But I was too distracted by my goal to notice as I closed my hand around his cock.
A little whimper escaped me as his thick length pulsed under my touch.
I stroked him to the base, feeling the wetness of his desire sliding down his shaft.
Another needy whimper escaped me.
And this time, Rook lost all control over himself too.
He reached back, fishing protection out of his wallet, then sitting back on his heels to slide it on, his heated gaze cutting to me again and again.
He sucked in a deep breath, then reached for me, pulling me until I was on my knees too, then situating me on his lap.
His hands went around me, sinking into my ass, but just holding on—not coaxing, not demanding. Like he wanted to make it clear I was in complete control.
And that had my heart doing a little cartwheel as I slid a little higher up, situating myself above him, then slowly sliding down his length.
His gasp met my moan as he filled me inch by inch.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Rook groaned, fingers flexing on my ass as he fought the urge to move me, to take what he wanted.
I sucked in a steadying breath and leaned up, taking his lips once again as my hips did a small rock.
That tiny movement, and the pleasure that spread, had all my self-control abandoning me as well.
I started to ride him hard and fast, the need for release a desperate, clawing thing.