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)
I turned to Talon’s chest, feeling they needed privacy. He chuckled against my cheek and then whistled. The catcalls and cheers did nothing to break them apart. They kept going at it without a care.
I peeked back and my insides heated.
Never considered myself a voyeur, but it was hot.
It’s a wonder they don’t have more kids.
The only person who seemed to have a problem was Robbie. He was not amused watching his sister make out with her husband.
Talon shifts, his thigh covering mine and pressing his hard length to me. The coolness of his metal piercing grazes my hip.
All thoughts of last night evaporate and my body comes alive for a new reason.
I’ve never been comfortable instigating sex. My experience is limited and my shyness usually won out. But with Talon, my comfort has changed. Wild, passionate, unrestrained—he’s shown me a new side of sex I didn’t know existed.
He’s had his hands, mouth, and tongue on every part of me.
I want the same.
No—I crave the same.
Carefully, I twist in his arms, stalling to make sure he doesn’t wake.
His breathing stays steady as I begin my journey. Starting at his shoulder, I kiss my way across his chest, my memory guiding me to every scar.
He lets out a shuddered breath, flopping to his back, but remains asleep. I send a silent thanks that he’s made it easier for me to reach my destination. I descend his body, licking, kissing, and appreciating every ridge and plane of his muscular form. He is living proof that washboard abs and the elusive ‘v’ exist on a man. I skim my mouth across the slight welt where he was shot, making sure not to miss a spot.
When I reach his hipbones, I’m so turned on my brain is screaming at me for relief.
Another first for me.
My tongue darts out to find the barbell and I gently tug it with my teeth. His cock pulses, and for the first time, it hits me how I’m going to do this.
Talon’s not only large, he’s thick. Being inside me is totally different than this.
Self-doubt creeps in as I second-guess myself.
What if I suck at this?
Sucking is the point, Willow!
The voice in my head urges me on and I close my eyes, wrapping my lips around him. My jaw immediately opens.
Slowly, I move up and down, adjusting my position to take him deep. The metal tickles my tongue, but when it hits the back of my throat, there’s a jerk, and light from the lamp bathes the room. My eyes fly open and my chest constricts at the sight above me.
Talon’s pupils are burning an incredible, electrifying, iridescent hue.
I lick up his length, circling the tip and toying with the metal. His hands grip the sheets. “Willow, you can’t…”
I close my eyes, ignoring his protests about my brother’s stupid instructions. Two nights in bed with Talon, resisting every impulse to jump him has taken its toll.
Desire and need kick in as I explore every inch of him with my tongue, memorizing the velvety smooth feel of his skin against the rock-hard length. I swallow him, humming in appreciation at the way he lurches.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Goddammit, Willow, you have to stop.”
I change up my course, kneeling up and curling my hand around the base of his cock and scaling my nails underneath.
“Jesus.” His hand fists my hair as his hips thrust upward.
I lose myself in the movements, welcoming the taste of him and the sounds filling the room.
He tries to pull me up and I resist, moving up and down, increasing my suction, and daring to open my eyes.
My heart skips a beat. The man staring down at me is on the brink of losing it.
The intense glow in his gaze, the hard angles of his jawline, the strain in his throat—all because of me.
Power surges through my system.
“Princess, I’m close, so fucking close. Come here.”
His warning is useless. There’s no stopping me now.
I repeat the movements from earlier, the ache in my body growing with each grunt as he holds back.
My nails move lower to caress his balls. His hold on my hair tightens. His cock thickens and vibrates, giving me one last warning before he explodes, calling my name with an animalist groan.
I swallow greedily, my knees shaking while I release him and kiss my way back up his length.
In a flash second, I’m on my back and he’s between my legs. “Please, God, tell me you’re ready.”
His fingers slide inside me easily and I purr at the sensation. “So, so, soooooo ready.”
He slams into me in one thrust and my body arches to accept him.
“Fuck me… fucking gorgeous, sweet, sexy, and sucks my dick like it was made only for her. Thought I felt heaven the first time I slid inside you, Princess. But having your mouth was a close second.”