Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
“Shh…” His hand slipped into her pants, his fingers sliding into her with ease. “I want you to come all over my fingers.”
She moaned. For a man who used his words sparingly, he sure knew how to talk dirty.
Nudging his fingers inside of her with slow, shallow dips, he whispered, “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
The tension crested as her body wept over his exploring touch. His fingers glided in and out of her.
“That’s it, baby. So sexy. So wet. Just like that.”
She lost herself, riding his fingers and grinding her clit against his touch until she trembled through her release.
He withdrew his hand and kissed her softly. “Let’s take these off.”
Stripping her naked, he pulled her nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking the tip. The pleasure felt so acute it teetered on pain, but she loved the way he played with her. Leaving one nipple hard and wet, he moved to suck the other. His fingers pinched her sensitive flesh, tugging deliciously.
As the sensations built, traveling down her body into her throbbing clit, she moaned louder and faster. He trailed his hands over her curves, between her thighs, and pressed his fingers inside her until she trembled again.
“So responsive.” He rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him. “Come up here.”
“W-what?” She didn’t know what position he intended, and it seemed unfair that he was still fully clothed.
He scooted down and pulled her to his chest. “I want to eat your pussy.”
“Like this?”
“Yes. Get your sexy ass up here.” He tugged her forward.
“Greyson, I can’t!” Her face burned. “I’ll suffocate you and—ahhh!”
He yanked her to his mouth, latching onto her clit before she could utter another excuse. With a jerk of her hips, he forced her to sit on him, his tongue stabbing into her with deep, hungry licks.
“So fucking delicious.” He dug his fingers into her ass, and she caught her weight on the arm of the couch.
“I don’t think—“
“Stop thinking.” His words vibrated hot and muffled against her sex. “I want you coming down my throat.”
Wide-eyed, she gaped at the empty room. Who was this man?
“Oh, my gosh.” Pressure built inside her with nowhere to escape. Greedy growls vibrated against her folds as he gripped her hips and held her to him.
“Oh my God!” She teetered. A little further and…She jerked when he dragged a finger over her asshole. “Greyson!”
He chuckled, but kept devouring her.
When he reached up to hold her chest, she realized just how coordinated he was. She didn’t know if she should feel humiliated, petrified, or if she should thank the gods that he finally shared this part of himself with her.
“Ah!” A wave of pleasure built inside of her, zinging through every nerve along her spine. Her toes curled and she started to move without guidance. Then she screamed his name.
His fingers dug into her hips, holding her as close as possible as her pussy pulsed around his tongue. He groaned with dark, masculine satisfaction, drinking down every drop of her release.
She fell back, gasping for air. His smile radiated full-on arrogance as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. She gaped at him, wondering how anyone could be so secretly filthy and unhinged. “Could you look more impressed with yourself?”
“I could try.” He flashed a wolfish grin.
“Who are you?”
“A hungry man. I could eat you for breakfast every day.”
She glanced at the bulge in his pants. “Is it my turn now?”
“I’m pretty sure you just had your turn.”
“No, I mean, is it my turn to do that to you?”
He stilled. “Not tonight.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said so.”
She reached for him anyway, and he caught her arm and she frowned, confused. “Are we back to this?”
“My cock comes out, Wren, and I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to stop.”
“Who says you need to?”
He was silent for a moment, then he folded his hands behind his head, giving her full permission to roam about his body. She reached for the waistband of his lounge pants then hesitated.
“Having second thoughts?”
“No.” She flushed. “Just a reminder…I’ve never done this before.”
He caught her chin, lifting her face so he could look into her eyes. “Just trust your instincts.”
She bit her lip. “I’d prefer a little direction.”
He studied her a moment longer before nodding. “Pull it out.”
She stared at the cotton stretched over the thick form of him and hooked her fingers beneath the elastic band. When he lifted his hips, she lowered his pants. There it was—Greyson’s cock, thick and long, smooth and dark at the tip. Slightly damp like a flower wearing a drop of dew.
Her breath caught at the sight of him, so male and intimidating yet beautiful in its own way. Heat flooded her cheeks as she took in every detail, committing this moment to memory.
“Wrap your hands around it.”