Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Yep. He got it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered gruffly.
I hummed my approval as Viggo trailed a finger along my length from tip to base before closing his beefy palm around me and stroking…oh, so slowly. It was torture—sweet torture—but there was no chance of me lasting with him in control. He was a fantasy in motion—an unexpected one, too. I’d never been with anyone this big, this growly and rough.
I wanted him to take me apart, but I had to explore…just a little.
“My turn.” I pushed at Viggo’s chest and used my legs to switch our positions. “Jeans off.”
He obeyed in a hurry, pushing the fabric aside with his briefs and socks. And it was just us…naked, hard, and half blinded by lust. At least that was how I felt ’cause holy crap, Viggo was magnificent. He was big and thick…everywhere. And hairy, too. I wouldn’t have thought that would do it for me, but I was leaking precum like a sieve. Honestly, I couldn’t remember ever being this hard.
“Can I?” I kneeled between his spread legs and fondled his balls.
Viggo fisted his cock, his nostrils flaring as he unapologetically ogled me and nodded.
I didn’t hesitate. I bent and pressed my lips to his slit, savoring the heady taste of him. Resting a hand on his belly, I twirled my tongue at his crown, then licked a trail along his length—up and down, up and down. Viggo grunted and slid his fingers through my hair. I took the hint and opened my mouth wide.
I admit I was woefully out of practice, but I’d honed my BJ skills well over the years. I was eager and strung out and couldn’t wait to blow him away, so to speak. I was a tad unprepared for his girth, though. It bore repeating that Viggo was a big man. Tears stung my eyes as I sucked him to the root, bobbing my head while I fondled his balls.
He groaned and tightened his grip on my hair. He didn’t escalate or force me to take more than I could handle. He let me set the pace.
I relaxed my jaw as much as possible and found my rhythm, pumping his length as I worshiped his cock. I was so in the zone that I didn’t register his warning at first.
“Stop.”
I pulled off with a slurp and gazed up at him, sex-drunk and needy. I wasn’t too proud to beg, but I couldn’t get the words out.
Viggo was on me, surrounding me. He fused our mouths and ground his pelvis, sliding his erection alongside mine. Fuck, I was gonna lose it. My spine tingled and my balls tightened. He lifted slightly to slip his hand between our torsos, curled his fingers around me, and stroked—once, twice…
“I’m close…I’m—ungh!”
Cum shot over his fist and onto my chest, burying me under wave after wave of pleasure like a set of rogue tidal waves. I was still floating in a blissed-out state when Viggo swiped his fingers through my release and jacked himself to the finish line, roaring like a feral beast.
It took a few minutes to resurface.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, so I might have dragged the inevitable moment of truth out longer than necessary. When I opened my eyes, Viggo was leaning on his elbow, staring at me intently.
“You’re okay?” he asked gruffly.
I smiled. “Yeah. You?”
“That was good. Probably very stupid, but…” He brushed a strand of hair from my forehead. “I’m not sorry.”
“Me either.”
We held a poignant gaze for a beat. I didn’t dare move a muscle, knowing there was a strong chance that things would get awkward in a hurry the second we walked out of this room.
Thankfully, it wasn’t too bad.
We took turns cleaning up in his en suite bathroom and made our way downstairs. I filled any potentially charged silence with inane chatter about weekend chores and the flag football admin work I’d put off for too long.
“I should hire an assistant, but I’m too busy to ask for help,” I said with a laugh, casually scooping up my discarded clothing and redressing in a reverse striptease. I pulled my joggers and tee on and retrieved my jacket from a hook in the foyer.
Viggo watched me, looking hotter than anyone had a right to in worn jeans, bare feet, and an old T-shirt. “You have everything?”
“I think so. Thank you for breakfast. Fritters on me tomorrow.”
“Okay.” His smile crinkled his eyes and softened his features.
I stared a beat too long before coming to my senses and getting the hell out of there.
CHAPTER 11
DEXTER
Icouldn’t stop thinking about the lumberjack.
Viggo was a conundrum—a tough guy who looked like a Scandinavian warrior, was great with kids, liked donuts, made a mean pancake, and don’t get me started on the sex.
But his friendship with my surrogate was a complication. A big one. If I were smart, I’d cut my losses now and initiate the “That was a mistake never to be repeated” conversation. But damn, the thought of those big hands on my body gave me chills.