Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 132097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
“Focus, Pages. What do you want?”
“Y-you know,” she whines, and I grin. “Please let me come.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” I drag my fingers against her inner walls and she collapses against me, convulsing as her orgasm hits full force.
My free hand grabs her face, covering her mouth to muffle her cries.
Goddamn, I love it when she bites me.
Holding her close, I hide her, making sure no one at the helm gets a glimpse of what’s for my eyes only.
Our little secret with the sea.
But I’ve had enough.
The hellfire in my blood makes me want her spread out under me, legs apart, those glorious breasts free to suck as long and hard as I want.
I want to make her squirt on my mouth.
“About that honeymoon,” I growl once she’s recovered.
“Holy shit, anywhere. Anywhere with you is fine.” She stares up at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright. “Wherever you think you can make me feel like this.”
“That can be arranged.” I scoop her up in my arms, loving the hot little gasp of surprise she gives as she wraps her arms around my neck.
She always thinks she’s so heavy with her mom’s twisted opinions, but nothing could be further from the truth.
I want her to stop worrying about her size and shape and start realizing how beautiful she is. If she sees herself in a new light by the end of our fakery, my work will be done.
She kisses me the whole way back to the ship’s cabin.
Inside the master suite, I lay her down on the double bed, thankful Gramps never skimped on the furnishings. When we were kids, we always used to get the cabins with the singles, but now it’s just us and this big bed is mine.
Laughing, she folds her legs around my waist. I pull her dress up and help her wiggle out of it, then her panties.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” I take her nipple in my mouth and tug until she gasps. Her hips shift. I already know her pussy is soaking, dripping for me like honey. “Are you going to make a mess on these sheets?”
“Only on your side.” She squeals as I turn her over and smack one luscious ass cheek.
“Brat, be careful.”
She pumps her ass at me. “Is that so bad?”
I lean over her, loving the feeling of her naked skin against my clothes, even if my outfit feels stifling with the lust racing through my veins.
“Want me to show you how bad you are?”
She shivers. “Yes, please.”
I twist her around, positioning her head at the end of the bed, and unzip my fly, pulling my cock out. A bead of fluid glistens on the tip, and she licks her lips when she sees it.
“Show me. No using words,” I whisper.
She pushes herself up into a sitting position, crossing her legs so I can see her pussy, and reaches for me. “I want to taste you, Ethan.”
Too happy to oblige.
My cock slides between her pretty pink lips and I watch the way her eyes glaze as she struggles to take me deep.
There might be men in this world who don’t enjoy choking a woman with their size.
I’m not one of them.
“Good girl.” I thread her hair until it’s fisted. “That’s fucking right, Pages, inch by inch. Everything you can manage.”
She moans her agreement.
Her left hand strays down to her clit, and I allow it, rubbing in slow circles as she sucks.
Her other hand works the base of my cock, following the movements of her mouth, small pumps that quickly devolve into a steady wet suction.
The most fucking erotic thing ever.
It’s not the first time I’ve used her mouth.
I don’t care how many times she sucks me off, it’s still mystical seeing her green eyes flicker with desire, the way she moans around my cock, sparking this energy vibration that cuts me in two.
It’s like she makes a spectacle of my size, struggling deliciously, reminding me I’m almost too big for her.
Insane.
And I’ll never get sick of it as long as I live.
As long as we’re together.
Another lethal thought, but I don’t have time to dwell on it as her hold on my dick tightens, pumping desperately, her rhythm perfect with her mouth as she works low to my balls.
Damn.
“Fucking hell, Hattie,” I grind out, my hips rolling forward on instinct, thrusting automatically. “You want me to come down your throat?”
The hand on my balls gives another squeeze before she moves to my thighs, her nails digging in.
That’s a yes, then.
But while I half want to spill in her mouth while she gets herself off, I’m more interested in her pussy, this psycho need to claim what’s mine.
She’s very good at wrecking my senses, reducing me to an animal.
I need to be inside her right the fuck now.
With other girls, I’m not like this.