Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Taste so fucking sweet.” I bit the inside of her thigh before diving back in. “I could live between these thighs.”
Her heels dug into the cushions. One hand clawed at the armrest, the other fisted into her own hair, like she was trying to hold herself together but failing miserably. She arched again, and I sucked hard, my tongue rolling over her clit as her whole body trembled under my grip.
“Tell me what you need.” I licked deep, my tongue plunging into her and dragging out more sweet juices. “Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”
“You,” she gasped, her voice shaking. “Saxon, yes! More, please, more—”
“That’s it. That’s my girl.” I latched on again, licking and sucking with zero mercy. “You gonna come in my mouth, like a good girl?”
Her answer was a scream.
Her back arched off the couch, thighs shaking so hard I had to press down harder to hold her in place. Her cry split the room, raw and hoarse and full of my name.
“Saxon! Oh, Saxon! Yes, yes, yes!”
The words spilled from her in a choked chant, over and over until she shattered.
But I didn’t stop. I licked her through it, drinking every drop until her body collapsed against the cushions like she’d been ravaged from the inside out. Her chest heaved, her arms were limp at her sides, her mouth was parted.
When she opened her eyes again, it was still there. Need. Only hungrier now.
Because I hadn’t given her everything yet.
She needed my cock.
I stood and stripped fast, my cock springing free, flushed and slick at the tip, heavy with need. I scooped her in my arms, her body limp but still clinging to me. Her legs wrapped around me instinctively as I walked her down the hall.
When her hips shifted, I felt the smear of her arousal on my stomach and grinned. “Feel that, Sunshine? Your body knows who I belong to. Marking me, getting me wet and messy with your come.”
I shouldered open her bedroom door, stalked to the bed, and threw the covers back. Then I laid her down in the middle of the mattress and stepped back to let my gaze sweep over my prize.
Ivy looked up at me, her lashes still clumped from her earlier tears, wide lips parted, and glowing like a woman who’d already been worshipped but still wasn’t satisfied.
I stretched over her, letting the weight of my body settle just enough that I wasn’t crushing her. My cock slid through her soaked folds, the thick head dragging across her clit and teasing both of us. Her thighs widened, and her fingers clawed at the sheets when her hips rocked up, begging for it.
But I wasn’t rushing this. I was going to savor as much as I could before the primal beast inside me took over.
I braced myself on one elbow and kissed her slowly, tasting her desire and surrender. My hand slid to her hip, steadying her and keeping her still as I lined up and held right at the edge of everything.
“You feel that? That’s all for you.” I leaned back just enough to meet her eyes with a steady gaze. “This cock’s not just for fucking. It’s for claiming.”
She shuddered at my warning, and sweat beaded on her forehead. “Please…I need you, Saxon.”
“You ready to take all of me, Sunshine?” I nudged forward, pushing in the tip just enough to make her gasp. With our eyes still locked, I told her the truth that had been hovering on the fringe of my consciousness. “You better be sure, because once I’m in, I’m not pulling out.”
I hadn’t worn protection any of the times we fucked, but now, I was making sure she knew and understood what that meant.
Her hips lifted, and I gave in.
I filled her with one relentless thrust, stretching her around me until I was buried to the base. Her hands flew up, grabbing my shoulders, her body trembling as a needy whimper fell from her lips.
Holding still, I let her feel all of me while I reveled in how tight and wet she was. So fucking perfect it knocked the air out of my lungs.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I finally moved. Just enough to start a rhythm, my hips burying me deep with every stroke.
Her nails raked down my back, and her moans came hot against my throat. “Oh yes, Saxon. Mmm, so good. Yes! Yes!”
Raw hunger surged through me, and I slammed into her, building my pace until it was wild and frenzied. Her body met mine with every thrust like we were built just for this. Becoming one.
The slap of skin-on-skin filled the room, the bed creaked, and the headboard banged into the wall.
Ivy cried out, begging me not to stop, and my grip tightened. There were gonna be finger-shaped bruises on her hip tomorrow, and even though it should probably have made me feel guilty, I felt the opposite. The idea of leaving my fingerprints on her, a reminder of who owned her every time she saw them, sent zings of pleasure straight to my engorged dick, driving me out of my mind.