Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
She does one more shift, this time to her back where she’s peering up at me. Her green eyes are luminous and cheeks are flushed. “I don’t want to torture you. I want to go back to this morning where you were kissing me. Before my emotions and fears took over. I want you to tell me it’s natural because it’s meant to be again.”
My heart races knowing where she’s going with this. “We don’t have to rush. We have time.”
She trails her nails along the scruff on my jawline and throat. “My experience is limited and track record with men sucks.”
My chest tightens at the mention of other men. Possessiveness surges.
“Will—”
“Let me finish. You have peach-infused vodka.”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t strike me as a man who drinks specialty flavored alcohol.”
“I don’t.”
“When Ace mentioned steaks for dinner, you disappeared. Where did you go?”
“I called Chase to make sure it was safe.”
“I felt you watching me today.”
“My friends can be a lot; I didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed.”
Her finger skims across my lips from corner to corner. “I’ve never felt so…” She seems to struggle with finding the words. “With you, it feels… right.”
Her expression makes me want to surround her in a protective bubble where no one can ever take that from her.
“Outside of my melodramatic outburst this morning, everything about being with you is effortless.”
“Princess, I hate what you went through. No lie, this makes me an asshole, but I’m glad that dickhead fucked up. It gives me the opportunity to show you how precious you truly are.”
“I believe that when I’m with you.”
“You always will.”
“What happens when you get sick of my hang-ups?”
“Impossible.”
“How can you be sure? This is happening fast.”
“Waiting almost thirty-two years doesn’t feel fast to me.”
Her breath hitches, and her hand goes to the hem of my shirt. “Can I take this off?“
I reach back and tear the shirt over my head, tossing it.
Like this morning, she bends, tracing each scar with her lips. With each gentle swipe, a burning need builds inside. Her body presses me to my back, climbing to straddle my hips. She whips off my sweatshirt, sitting astride me like a fucking goddess.
She grins shyly when my cock pulses against her. She leans down, this time licking a trail over my ink, kissing the date sequences on my pec.
“I love all your tattoos, but knowing what these mean, they are my favorite.”
Her nipples poke through the fabric of her top, rubbing along my chest and pushing me to my limit.
“How much do you like this suit?”
She doesn’t answer, grinding down on my dick, and I hiss at the sting as it catches the wrong way.
Her body tenses as she sits up. “Did I hurt you?”
Fuck it, she’ll understand eventually.
I knife up, ripping the material between her breasts until the elastic snaps with a pop.
Immediately, my mouth goes to her nipple, sucking it hard until she moans.
Her hands grip my head as I nip, lick, and suck her tits, knowing she’ll have my marks for days. I twist, laying her back and working my way down her stomach, kissing along her hip bones.
I peel the rest of the suit down her legs and kneel before her.
Thunder pulses through my veins as my mouth waters. I lower, slowly circling my tongue over her clit before slipping it inside.
She bows off the bed, her knees locking around my head.
I hold her hips down, speeding my movements, licking until she’s writhing against my face.
“Oh my God, I-I-I, please….”
Her plea spurs me on until she’s trembling.
“I can’t… this is… I’ve never…”
Her revelation is a challenge. My sweet Willow has never had a man eat her pussy until she’s come apart.
Fuck if my dick isn’t ready to erupt.
She’s soaking, responding to my assault as I work her higher. I slow, leisurely rolling my tongue and reading her body. Small gasps, light whimpers, the clenching and trembling of her thighs.
My tongue delves back in, sweeping along her silky flesh, swirling and savoring every second. Her soft words are incoherent but I make out the desperate pleas.
She thrashes against my hold on her hips, rocking into my mouth and matching my rhythm.
My cock pulses, creating friction against my shorts. A knot coils in my spine, sending a warning.
Shit if I’m not about to come like a fucking teenager.
The tip of my tongue flicks across her clit twice, and she screams, arching as her orgasm takes over.
My name pours from her lips until her body goes slack.
I kiss gently back up her quaking body until I’m hovering over her.
Before she can open her eyes, I capture her mouth, lazily stroking my tongue with hers.
“I could do that all night, Princess.”
Her eyes shutter open and I fight the savage need boiling in my blood.
“That’s never happened before. I mean, it’s not something that—”