Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
His mouth leaves mine and devours my neck, collarbone, breasts, nipples. He bites my left nipple and sucks on it feverishly, and I throw my head back, my entire body convulsing and bursting into flames at his mouth’s voracious assault. Holy shit, this feels incredible. I can’t remember the last time I wanted a man this bad, if ever.
He kisses my stomach, swirling his tongue around the piercing on my belly button, and then moves on to my hips and pelvis, his lips and tongue giving me goose bumps of pure pleasure. I grab and pull feverishly at the collar of his shirt, wordlessly begging him to take off his clothes so I can press my body against his nakedness, but he ignores my implicit request, abruptly kneeling down and leveling his mouth with my crotch. “I couldn’t hear you well enough when you came on the dance floor—the music was too loud. I wanna hear every little sound you make when you come.”
Oh. I shudder with arousal.
He slides my G-string off my hips, his fingertips caressing my hipbones, his warm lips laying soft kisses on the flesh just below my belly button. When he suddenly and fervently pulls my pelvis into his face, my entire lower abdomen tightens sharply and begins to burn.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his warm, wet tongue swirling around the perimeter of my crotch. I grip the table behind me, bracing myself for the delectable moment when his tongue is finally gonna land right where I want it most. Oh God, I’m desperate for him to take my throbbing clit into his mouth and suck on it like a lollipop.
He’s getting closer and closer to ground zero, but he’s drawing it out, teasing me, sending me into a frenzy. I prop my left thigh onto his shoulder, straining my pelvis toward him, jerking like a dog in heat. I grab his head and yank his hair and he moans into my crotch, puffing warm air onto my sensitive flesh.
Finally, after what seems like forever, his warm tongue flickers onto my clit and begins lapping at me voraciously, eliciting a sound from me like I’ve just placed my hand on a hot stove. I press myself into him violently, desperately, jolting, gripping the table behind me, my pelvis jerking rhythmically with the hungry movements of his lips and tongue.
“Oh, hell yeah,” I breathe. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Oh God, I’m beginning to clench forcefully from deep inside. This is incredible. This man right here gets the job done right.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls from between my legs. “So fucking good.”
As his mouth continues working my tip, he slides his fingers deep inside me—and that’s all my body needs to release forcefully. In an instant, pleasure is slamming into me like a hurricane—I’m twisting, warping, shuddering around his fingers, all the while grasping urgently at his head between my legs. “Josh,” I sputter. “Oh my God, yes.” I claw at him, gasping, gripping the hair on the back of his head, his ears, cheeks, neck, yanking at the fabric of his shirt—doing whatever it takes to survive the brutality of the pleasure I’m experiencing.
Josh abruptly takes my thigh off his shoulder and stands up to his full height, his eyes blazing like blue coals. He licks his glistening lips and begins slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. I’m dripping down my thighs with my arousal, jerking my pelvis in anticipation of the delicious fucking I’m about to take. Oh my God. My clit is vibrating with a low, insistent hum, rippling with faint aftershocks from my orgasm.
As Josh continues unbuttoning his shirt, I reach down and stroke the bulge in his pants, reveling in the delectable hardness of him against my fingertips. I can’t think straight. All I can do is want.
He peels off his shirt and tosses it onto the floor and I’m treated to the same panty-soaking view of his muscled, tattooed torso I beheld in the hallway after Reed’s party. Only this time, he’s even sexier than he was to me then, if that’s possible.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, ogling him. “Oh my God.”
Josh flashes a cocky grin. “I know, but feel free to call me Josh.”
Even through my intense arousal, I laugh.
“Oh man, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Party Girl,” he growls. “I’m gonna fuck you and your fucking Hyphen, baby.”
I semi-chuckle—my brain knows that was funny—but I’m too wound up to laugh. I can barely stand, I’m so frickin’ aroused.
I run my hands over the “Grace” tattoo on his muscled chest, convulsing with excitement as I do, and then across his “OVERCOME” tattoo scrolling across his ripped lower abs. Oh God, I’m beginning to feel desperate for him.
He leans forward and kisses me, caressing my breast as he does, and I reach down hungrily to unfasten his pants.