Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
He turns his head and catches me staring. Those storm gray eyes lock on mine. A slow heat simmers in them. "How did you sleep?"
"Better than ever." The words come out soft but honest. I step onto the porch and stop a few feet away. The ocean crashes gently behind him. "What’s on the agenda today?"
“I’m debating if we should leave today or tomorrow.” He takes a sip of his coffee. His gaze drags down my body then back up. "Shower if you need to and then we get moving."
I suck in a deep breath. My pulse races. Feeling brave for once I look him right in the eyes. "Do you want to shower with me?"
Kraken sets his coffee mug down on the railing the second the words leave my mouth. His eyes darken with raw hunger. Before I can say anything else he closes the distance in one stride and lifts me clean off my feet. I squeak in surprise as my legs wrap around his waist on instinct. His big hands grip my ass, holding me against him.
"Fuck yeah I do," he murmurs low against my ear.
He carries me straight into the bungalow and through the bedroom like I weigh nothing. My heart races out of control. The bathroom door swings open under his shoulder. He sets me on the counter for a second only long enough to turn on the shower. Water sprays hot and steady filling the small space with steam. Then he’s back on me. His hands slide under my shirt and peel it up over me. He tugs at my shorts, removing them completely and drops them to the floor.
"Been thinking about getting you naked again since last night," he says. His voice sounds weathered. "This sweet little body’s driving me crazy."
He hooks his fingers in my panties next. He drags them down my thighs inch by inch. His eyes stay locked on every bit of skin he reveals. When they hit the floor he steps back just enough to pull his own shirt over his head. The movement reveals all that ink and muscle and scars. My mouth goes dry. He unbuckles his belt. The metal clinks. He pushes his jeans and boxers down his powerful thighs. His cock springs free thick and hard and already leaking at the tip. Heat floods my face and between my legs.
Holy shit. I’ve never seen anything so big in all my life. So many thick inches.
He lifts me again. This time my bare skin presses against his. I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me under the hot spray. Water cascades over us both. He backs me against the tiled wall and kisses me. Passionate and claiming. His tongue strokes against mine like he owns me. I moan into his mouth and melt completely. One of his hands stays under my ass holding me up while the other roams my body.
He breaks the kiss breathing hard. "Look at you. So fucking pretty all wet for me." He sets me down to grab a bar of soap. He works it between his hands until it lathers. Then he starts washing me. His soapy palms slide over my shoulders. Down my arms. He cups my breasts and massages them. His thumbs circle my nipples until they tighten into hard peaks. "These tits. Perfect. Made for my hands. Made for my mouth."
I whimper and arch into his touch. The hot water and his rough hands feel incredible. He keeps going. Soapy fingers trace down my stomach. Over my hips. Between my thighs. He washes my pussy with deliberate strokes. Two thick fingers push at my entrance as his thumb rubs slow circles over my clit.
"Still so wet down here," he murmurs against my neck. "This greedy little cunt loved my tongue last night. Bet it would love my cock even more. Stretching you wide. Filling you up until you can’t think straight."
I moan loud. So loud. My hips rock against his hand. He chuckles dark and keeps washing me. Down my legs. Back up again. Every touch feels possessive. Like he’s marking me as his. He turns me around gently so my front presses to the cool tile. His soapy hands glide down my back. Over my ass. He squeezes the cheeks and spreads them just enough to tease.
"Every inch of you belongs to me now," he whispers against my ear. "This tight ass. This dripping pussy. All mine to touch. Mine to taste. Mine to fuck whenever I want."
I shiver hard under the water. I’ve never felt so wanted. So filthy and cherished at the same time. He spins me back around and rinses the soap away with his hands. Then he grabs the shampoo. His fingers work through my hair massaging my scalp in firm circles. The scent fills the steamy air. I close my eyes and lean into him completely. His hard cock presses hot and heavy against my stomach but he doesn’t rush. He just keeps washing me. Caring for me. Talking dirty the whole time.