Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
I lifted my arms and helped him strip my shirt off and toss it somewhere behind us. My bra followed a second later. The cool air hit my breasts for only a moment before his hands were on them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me gasp and arch into him.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped against my lips. “You’re perfect.”
He backed me against the wall, one thick thigh sliding between mine as he kissed me again. I rocked against him shamelessly, chasing the friction as my breath came in short, needy pants.
I was a little nervous because I knew what we were doing would lead to sex this time, but my need for him drowned everything else out. And he didn’t give me time to worry anyway.
Ares reached down and gripped the backs of my thighs. In one smooth motion, he lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The new position pressed his hardness right against my center, and I whimpered at the pressure.
He carried me like I weighed nothing, his mouth never leaving mine as he moved us through the house. I barely registered the hallway or the turn into his bedroom. All I could focus on was the heat of his body and the strength in his arms.
Ares set me down gently beside his huge bed, but he didn’t step back. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as he looked at me like I was something precious. “Been waiting a damn long time for this, baby.”
“Me, too.” Longer than he knew, but right now wasn’t the time to mention I’d been crushing on him for two years before we met.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, staring at me like he’d never seen anything more beautiful. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Before I could say anything else, his mouth was on mine again. We barely made it a minute before his leather vest and shirt hit the floor. But he didn’t give me time to appreciate the broad expanse of his chest, all tanned skin except for the tattoos on his left shoulder and lower stomach, beneath his belly button. His hands were everywhere as he stripped the rest of my clothes from my body until I stood naked in front of him.
I thanked years of being in front of crowds in nothing but a swimsuit—and the shape I was in from training so many hours per week—for my lack of shyness. When he laid me out on the center of his bed, I didn’t try to cover myself. But seeing the stark need on his face, I realized I needed to confess something before we went any further.
I was trembling with need when I whispered, “Ares, I haven’t done this before.”
He froze, his blue eyes flaring with something dark and possessive. His hand flexed on my hip, his fingers digging in just enough to leave a slight mark.
“Good, because this is mine now.” His palm slid over to cup my pussy, leaving no doubt about what he was talking about. “You’re mine.”
The look in his eyes was pure hunger as he knelt between my spread thighs, his hands sliding up the backs of my legs and pushing them wider.
“Gonna make you feel so good before I take you.”
I barely had time to breathe before his mouth was on me.
The first slow drag of his tongue over my center ripped a cry from my throat. He groaned against my pussy like I tasted better than anything he’d ever had, then circled my clit with devastating precision. My back arched off the bed, but one of his hands pressed down on my stomach, holding me in place while he devoured me.
“Ares,” I whimpered, my fingers gripping the back of his head.
He explored every inch of my pussy with his tongue and lips, sucking gently on my clit until my legs started shaking. Then he slid one thick finger inside me, curling it just right. The stretch burned in the best way. When he added a second and started pumping them slowly, I lost the ability to think.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled against my slick flesh. “Let me feel it.”
The orgasm hit me hard and fast. I cried out his name, my thighs clamping around his head as pleasure crashed through me in heavy waves. He kept licking me through every pulse, drawing out my release until I was trembling and breathless.
But he didn’t stop there. While I was still dazed, he attacked my oversensitive clit with renewed hunger. Two fingers pushed back inside me, thrusting deeper this time.
“Ares, wait. I can’t—” I gasped.
“You can,” he argued. “Give me another one, baby. I want you soaked and shaking before I fuck you.”
His mouth closed over my clit, and he sucked. Then his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside me, and my second orgasm slammed into me even harder than the first. I screamed, my back bowing off the bed, and my vision whiting out as pleasure ripped through every nerve in my body.