Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Your wound.” She eyed my arm where entry and exit wounds should still have been for another week or more, except because of my speed-healing, they were fully healed before the call from Boone and Rob woke me this morning. “It’s all better.”
“Told you it was no big deal.”
“But–”
“I heal quickly.” She’d been close to coming before my lack of a gunshot wound had distracted her, and my dick was so fucking hard I could use it as a hammer. I’d always tell her the truth, but now sure as hell wasn’t the time. Her pussy scent was in the air. Her juices on my fingers.
My wolf howled with the need to fuck. Now. Was. Not. The. Time.
With my hand still between her parted thighs, I put my attention back on her clit. Flicked it.
“It makes no sense,” she said, then moaned when I found a way to play with it that she liked.
Leaning in, I kissed her neck, and licked behind her ear as I slid my middle finger inside her pussy, fucking her with it. When she was writhing in my lap, I whispered, “I’m a shifter, sugar. I heal real fast. But I bet I can make you come again even faster.”
She didn’t respond to me telling her the truth, that I was a shifter, other than to grip my shoulders and take the finger fuck like a good girl and come all over my hand.
When I slipped my hand free, bringing the glistening fingers to my mouth, I licked them clean as she caught her breath.
When I had her taste coating my tongue, I said, “Now, unbutton my jeans, sugar.”
12
BROOKE
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Oh God. Why was sex with this man so incredibly intoxicating? It was like simply being in his presence made my ovaries drop more eggs than the Easter Bunny.
My nipples had hardened to stiff points inside my bra. I’d come, again, just from his dirty talk and his talented finger.
I had no idea why his calling me a good girl got me so wet, but it did. Every time. It had something to do with my perfectionism and the need to perform, I was sure. But it didn’t matter why. The fact was, I’d never felt this way before. Like every nerve ending trembled for contact with his body. Like a tsunami-sized swell of pleasure was churning within me, about to be let loose.
I worked open the button and zipper to his jeans and climbed off his lap.
He looked surprised that I retreated from his touch–until I lowered to my knees.
“Oh fuck, sugar. You’re gonna kill me like that, aren’t you?” He lifted to push his jeans down enough for his cock to spring free. It was thick and long, a bead of fluid leaking from the little slit at the top, making my mouth water.
If I were honest, I didn’t usually like to give head. It probably had something to do with me never having a decent sex partner and also my perfectionism. In the past, I wanted to get it right and braced against criticism.
Somehow, I knew Roy wasn’t going to criticize. He hadn’t said one critical thing since I’d met him. Not that it’d been that long. Still, I just knew he was going to tell me how good a job I was doing. That I was a good girl for taking him so well. God, yes.
I wanted him to tell me how good a job I was doing.
I wanted him to call me a good girl.
I needed to earn more of his velvet-voiced rewards.
I fisted the base of his cock and licked my lips. Here went nothing. I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and slid my lips around the head of his cock.
Yum.
His soft skin felt glorious on my tongue. Velvety soft. The steely length thickened in my fist. I brought my other hand to cup his balls, lightly running my fingertips over the wrinkled skin.
“Oh, sugar. Fuck,” he panted, growled when I swirled my tongue as if I were licking an ice cream cone. “Your mouth is so hot. So wet. Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock.”
There it was. The praise I was looking for. Emboldened, I took him deeper–a little at first, sliding my fist along with my mouth, then as far back as I could take him without gagging.
His hips bucked involuntarily and bumped the back of my throat. “Oh, Fate. You’re killing me. I’m gonna die and go to heaven.”
My pussy dripped. I bobbed my head over his cock, taking him faster, sucking harder on the outstrokes.
Roy’s fingers twined into my hair. He fisted it, then relaxed his grip and rubbed my scalp, then fisted again, like he was giving me the sensation of being controlled but still letting me know he was a nice guy.