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)
My cries are drowned by his mouth, him repositioning us back up so I’m perched astride him. His hands go to the base of my skull, gripping gently as he slows his thrusts.
“My choice, the lights will always be on. I want to see you taking my cock every single time.”
The statement seems odd until he continues.
“You want it hard, slow, or fast, it will never be a bing-bang. If I could live inside your pussy, I would.”
My stomach dives. “H-h-how’d you—?”
He rams up, the friction building again. “There is no one before. In my mind, you were born to be mine.”
“I am yours.”
“I’ll take care of you, forever.”
“Forever.”
“I want you to move in.”
His statement slams around my already muddled head. It’s too much. He’s cocooned me to him, moving in a way I can’t form words. My blissful euphoria increases as his movements own me.
I want to argue, sass back, tell him it’s too soon—but words fail.
Everything about this feels right.
I belong to this man.
“Want your clothes in my closet, your car in my driveway, and your ass in my bed every night.” He drives up, scraping the perfect spot, sending carnal need coursing to every nerve ending. My body is completely in tune with his movements, reacting on instinct.
“Not yet, it’s too soon.” The throaty rasp is a feeble response, but it’s all I can muster with my one-functioning brain cell.
He grins against my lips, his eyes dancing. “Keep resisting, babe. Makes convincing you much sweeter.”
19
TALON
I pocket my phone, grabbing my keys. Willow’s phone dings with a notification from Rowan.
I have a situation. Can you meet me at Clyde’s?
“Babe, Hollywood needs you.” I try the bathroom door, only to find it locked.
“What?”
“Why is the door locked?” I jiggle the knob again.
“Because every time I try to get dressed, you distract me.”
“It makes more sense to shower together and save water. Princess, it wasn’t my mouth wrapped around my dick a little while ago.” My cock twitches, remembering the phenomenal blow job.
She swings open the door with raised eyebrows. “That was crass.”
“Am I wrong?”
“No.”
“Don’t know who enjoys you sucking my dick more—you or me.”
Her eyes drop to my groin and she licks her lips. My gaze travels over her, taking in her outfit.
The black leggings mold to her hips and legs, flaring at the bottom with a deep v-waistline. The baby blue skin-tight top hangs on her shoulders and cuts off, exposing her midriff. The new aqua gemstone sparkles from her belly button.
I’m hard instantly, ready to go again, even after a night and morning of mostly being inside her.
“Fucking A, babe, what are you wearing?”
She spins, showing me a glimpse of her perfect ass in the pants.
“Do you like?”
“I love, but where’s the rest of your shirt? And your bra?”
“This is my shirt and it has a built-in bra.”
“Fuck it.” I toss my keys back on the dresser and move toward her. She steps back, throwing out her hand. “Stop! We are already late.”
“Don’t give a shit.” I pull her to me, skimming my lips along her jawline.
She melts into me, tilting her neck to give me better access. “Honey, please.”
“Please what?”
Her nipples poke into my chest, urging me on. My hand slides into her pants and between her legs.
“Oh, God,” she moans when my fingers play along her slit before slipping inside.
Her muscles clench as I twist and twirl. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“It’s you, too.”
The possessive madman awakens, knowing all day she’ll be full of me. “Fucking love that, Princess.”
“We can’t,” she tries again, her voice husky. “I have plans for us.”
“Be more convincing if you weren’t so goddamn hot riding my hand.”
She drops her head back, hitches her leg around my hip, and bucks into me.
My mouth goes to her neck, nipping along the tendon and increasing my speed.
Her body responds with a full-body shudder. She clenches my shirt, whimpering when my thumb strums along her clit.
“Let me have your mouth.”
She slants her head, giving me access. Her breath comes in small pants against my lips as I tease by slowing my fingers to short thrusts. Her eyes blaze with lust and hunger, her hips rocking faster.
My tongue trails along her lips, tasting the vanilla and mint in her lip gloss. “One of my favorite tastes.”
“One?”
“Top favorite is my tongue in your pussy, feeling you come apart on my mouth.”
“We have to be quick.” Her hands fumble between us, undoing my jeans and going directly to wrap around my dick. She pumps a few times and that’s all it takes for me to lose control.
In a second, her leggings and panties are gone and she’s against the wall. Her legs go back around my waist and she slams down, taking me in one swift movement.
“Fuck!” The metal balls drag along her hot flesh.
I pound into her relentlessly, her nails digging into my back as she grinds to meet my thrusts. Her muscles tighten, clamping around my cock and pulling me closer to the edge with her.