Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
He stared down at me, his steel-gray eyes filled with something softer than lust. “I hate that Otis is gone. That I’ll never get to thank him properly for the man he helped me become. But I’m also lucky as fuck to have you in my life now. Never thought I’d have something this good.”
I lifted one hand and traced the line of his jaw, feeling the faint scrape of stubble against my fingertips. “I think Grandpa would be happy for us. He always wanted me to find someone who would love this place as much as he did. A man who would want to take care of me.”
Brogan’s lips tilted into a crooked grin. The expression softened the hard angles of his face in a way that made my stomach flutter. “As much as Otis liked me, he probably would’ve aimed that old shotgun of his at my chest for daring to touch his beloved granddaughter.”
I twined both arms around his neck and tugged him a little closer, teasing, “How about we stick to me touching you then?”
His eyes flashed with heat. “Hell no. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
To prove it, he glided one big palm down the center of my chest, right between the valley of my breasts. The slow drag of his hand sent a delicious shiver racing through me.
I arched into his touch. “What about your mouth?”
Brogan’s grin turned wicked. After quickly stripping us out of our clothes, he dipped his head and tugged one of my nipples between his teeth with just enough pressure to make me gasp. The sharp little zing shot straight through my body, directly to my core.
My back bowed off the mattress, and one of my hands flew to the back of his head. I held him close as he soothed the slight sting with the flat of his tongue before closing his lips around the tightened peak and sucking.
Every pull of his mouth sent another ripple of pleasure rolling through me. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, and I felt myself growing wetter. My hips shifted restlessly beneath him, seeking friction, but he kept me pinned with the weight of his body while he took his time.
When he started to kiss his way down my body, both of my nipples were tight and glistening from his mouth. He dragged open-mouthed kisses along my ribs, then across the quivering plane of my stomach.
Every so often, he paused to suck a small mark into my skin, making me gasp and squirm beneath him.
“Look at you, all flushed and restless for me already. Fuck, baby, you’re so damn perfect.”
I couldn’t form a coherent reply. My fingers were tangled in the sheets, body tightening with every inch he traveled lower. When he finally wedged his shoulders between my thighs, the intensity of his stare made me even wetter.
“Spread more for me. Want to see all of you.”
I didn’t hesitate to give him exactly what he wanted, any hint of shyness a thing of the past. He made a low, appreciative sound and leaned in. The first slow lick of his tongue had my back arching off the bed, and he groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Then he ate me like a man who’d been starved for too long—licking, sucking, and teasing until I was a panting mess.
“That’s it. Let me hear how good it feels.”
His tongue circled my clit with devastating precision, then slid lower to push inside me before returning to that sensitive bundle of nerves. Every time I cried out, he doubled down, working me with focused hunger.
One of his big hands pinned my hip to the mattress so I couldn’t squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure. “Come on my tongue. Want to feel you fall apart for me. Give it to me, Jacqueline.”
His raspy demand pushed me over the edge. I screamed his name as the orgasm crashed over me, my thighs trembling around his head. But he didn’t ease up. He licked me through every pulse, drawing my release out until I was oversensitive.
Only when the last waves had faded did he lift his head to slide two thick fingers inside me. “One more. You’re not done yet.”
I whimpered at the stretch, but he twisted his wrist and found the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Then his thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing firm circles while he worked me with his hand.
“Fuck, look at how greedy this pretty pussy is. You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you? Gonna soak my hand.”
His dirty talk mixed with the skilled thrust of his fingers and pressure on my clit was too much. The second orgasm hit even harder than the first. My inner walls clenched on a broken moan, my body shaking as pleasure ripped through me again.