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)
Oh, damn. I had it bad.
I dragged my open mouth down the column of her neck, lifting her higher, so I could get at her full breast. She was unbelievably hot, and I couldn’t get enough. I never would.
I bit her hard nipple through her silky blouse. I wanted to rip the thing open, but I respected her too much to destroy her pretty clothes.
I pulled away from the wall and spun her around to sit her on the countertop. “You get that blouse off, while I work down here,” I told her as I pushed her knees wide.
The breathy moan she let out as she fell back on one forearm made my wolf howl with victory.
I pulled her panties to the side and paused. Got a glimpse of heaven. Brooke’s pussy was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. It gleamed with her leaked nectar. I took a deep breath. The scent of that honey drove my wolf wild.
I tried to put him on a leash deep inside me, but now that I saw how much she wanted me, I couldn’t stop.
“Oh, sugar.” I rubbed my thumb over her wet slit. “Is all this honey for me?”
My thumb traveled up to find her clit, and a jolt visibly passed through her body. Her hips bucked on the counter as she gasped my name.
Hell, yeah. I would do anything and everything to hear her crying my name with that desperate wanton need for the rest of my life.
I lifted my gaze to meet hers. “What did I say you should do with that blouse?” I arched a demanding brow.
Another shudder of pleasure ran through her.
That involuntary motion told me everything. She liked dominance. Or maybe just dirty talk. Probably both. I intended to find out.
“Off, sugar. I’m gonna make you feel so good you’ll forget your own name.” I almost said you’ll forget everything that just happened with those assholes chasing you and the bullet hole in my arm. I barely felt it because it was quickly healing although it could have been because all blood had moved south to my dick. Either way, I didn’t want to remind her of it and kill the mood.
I knew I didn’t want to think about what I’d done in the garage after I had her safely in the stairwell. I really did want to help her forget. Help her calm the fuck down. Her adrenaline had her heart pumping, her breathing rate elevated. She needed an outlet for the adrenaline dump. Fortunately for Brooke, it manifested as being horny. She wasn’t weepy or hysterical, thank fuck. I couldn’t handle the idea of my mate being upset.
Horny and in need of a good fuck? I’d happily take care of her. I was pretty sure a dozen or so orgasms would do just that.
I couldn’t believe my luck that she initiated this because I sure as hell wasn’t going to try to force anything on her. Not in the vulnerable state she was in.
Brooke worked open the dainty little buttons on her blouse and threw it to the floor then unclasped her bra and tossed it on top.
I grinned at her then took in her gorgeous tits. Full, high with small dark nipples. “Good girl.”
Her inner thighs squeezed against my hands, and I got to see up close what it looked like when that pretty pussy contracted with pleasure. Next time, it would be around my dick. Or maybe my finger. Or my tongue. Whatever made her come first.
“Oh, sugar. I’m gonna reward you so well for that.”
She let out a breathy laugh. “For what?”
“For nearly coming every time I called you a good girl.”
It happened again. Her anus and pussy contracted, squeezing up tight as she let out another breathy cry.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I told her right before I dropped to my knees and took a moment to look at her. She was sprawled on the counter, bare from the waist up, with her skirt bunched up, her silky panties pushed to the side. She still had on the sexy-as-fuck heels, and I wanted those points digging into my back as I ate her out.
Fuck yes.
I tossed her legs over my shoulders, leaned in, and licked into her. That got calves tightening. There, the sharp bite of pain in my lats. It made me growl.
Fierce now to pleasure her, I lashed at her labia, sucking and nibbling until she squirmed and cried in short, high-pitched gasps.
I made my tongue hard and pointy to penetrate her. Then I traced my way up to her clit, which had swelled and lengthened into a hard little nub.
“Are you a clitoral orgasmer?” I asked before I fixed my lips around the little bud and sucked hard.
She screamed, bucking. Yeah, she was. I didn’t want to miss it this time, so I screwed one finger inside her to feel those walls clenching.