Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I take a step forward, and the water streams over me. I’m close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. His chest rises and falls sharply and his jaw is tight. Still, he says nothing.
Brushing my fingers against his wet skin, I gently push him so he is leaning against the tiled wall. He doesn’t stop me, just keeps watching as if I’m not quite real, a phantom that could vanish at any second.
Without a word, I lean forward, pressing my lips to his chest. His skin is warm and wet, the faint taste of him still not washed away by the water. I hear his sharp intake of breath, and feel the way his body stiffens under my touch. My lips trail lower, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of him. I kiss the dip of his collarbone, the curve of his pectoral, the hardness of his abdomen. Each kiss feels like a small victory, a crack in the armor he is desperately trying to keep intact.
When my lips brush against his nipple, his head tilts back slightly, a low, guttural sound escaping him. It’s a sound I’ve heard from him before, one that never fails to make my knees weak. Emboldened, I swirl my tongue over the hardened peak, and his hands fly to my shoulders, gripping me tightly as though trying to anchor himself.
I glance up, meeting his gaze, and the sheer vulnerability in his eyes almost undoes me. But I don’t stop. I kiss my way lower, sliding to my knees on the wet tiles. The water droplets clinging to him glisten like tiny diamonds, and I’m struck by how utterly beautiful he is. He’s watching me, his chest heaving, his lips parted slightly as though he wants to say something but can’t find the words.
My hands trail along his thighs, trembling slightly as I take his gorgeous cock in my grasp. He’s heavy and hard, and I can feel the pulse of his arousal against my palm. I look up at him again, searching his face for any sign of protest. There’s none. Just a desperate, raw hunger that mirrors my own.
Slowly, I take him into my mouth, my tongue swirling over the sensitive tip. He groans, his head falling forward as his fingers tangle in my hair. The sound sends a thrill through me, and I take him deeper, savoring the way he fills me, the way his control begins to slip.
“Raven,” he rasps, his voice strained and thick with need. His hands tighten in my hair, guiding me, urging me to take more. I obey, letting him press deeper, letting myself become intoxicated with his taste and smell. He’s completely in control now, and I love it. I love that he’s letting himself go, even if just for this moment.
His hips begin to move, shallow thrusts that he tries to hold back but can’t. I relax my throat, letting him in further, and the sound he makes is almost feral. His hands grip my hair tighter, and I can feel him trembling, his restraint hanging by a thread.
“Look at me,” he commands, his voice low and breathless. I do, my gaze locking with his as I take him as deeply as I can. His eyes darken, his jaw tightening as he watches me, the intensity between us crackling like a live wire.
The feel of him overwhelms me—the smoothness of his skin, the pulsing heat against my tongue. Every inch of him seems to demand my attention, his arousal filling my senses. The faint saltiness of his seed, the musky scent of him in the steamy air—it intoxicates me, leaves me craving more. I can’t get enough, as though every part of him is designed to draw me further under his spell, to make me lose myself completely.
I pull back just slightly, wrapping my hand around his length to stroke him slowly, deliberately. My fingers glide from the base to the tip, slick and firm as I keep my lips and tongue working on him. I savor every reaction, the way his body jerks against me, how his breathing falters. Then I trace my tongue down the elegant line of his shaft, tasting every inch, letting it glide lower until my lips reach the heavy weight of him.
I press kisses there first, soft and reverent, before taking one of his balls into my mouth. The new sensation makes him groan, low and guttural, and I can feel his hand tremble in my hair. His reactions send a thrill through me, a wave of triumph, a surge of pride. I’m unraveling him. I’m making him come undone.
I suck harder.
When he finally spills into me, his release is shuddering and violent, his whole body tensing as he emits a strangled groan. I swallow every last drop, my own body humming with a strange mix of ecstasy and gratitude. Without his help, I wouldn’t have been able to schedule my father’s treatment. It had been the greatest source of pain and worry in my life; that I would lose my beloved father simply because I couldn’t afford his medical bills. But Earl made that terrible burden magically disappear. No matter how difficult he made things for me, I won’t forget this amazing thing he did for me and my father.