Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
"Goddamn, Harlow," I growl, shocked at how wet she is. Even through her panties, she's dripping for me. I grab the crotch and twist, tearing them from her just so I can touch her skin to skin, feel all the wetness against my fingertips. "You need me this much, baby?"
"Yes!" she gasps, arching upward.
I part her slit with my thumb, precum spilling into my pants. Fucking hell. She's perfect. Hot, wet. Perfect.
My thumb runs circles around her clit, my eyes locked on her face as her lips part, her eyes slamming closed. God, she's beautiful like this, all flushed and trembling.
I need to taste her pleasure, feel her shattering on my tongue.
As soon as the urge strikes—hot and insistent—I'm dropping to my knees, lifting her onto my shoulders. She squeals, grasping at my head like she's afraid I'm going to drop her, but that'll never happen. She's lightwork compared to the shit I do every day.
"Spread wide for me, beautiful," I murmur, working her skirt up her hips. "Let me have a taste."
"Oh, God, Wade…"
Her pussy is as beautiful as the rest of her, flushed and pink, her hard little clit already swollen for me. I groan at the sight, my mouth watering. She smells like heaven, tangy and sweet at the same time.
I run my lips up one silky, smooth thigh before burying myself face-first in her cunt. She wails my name loud enough to shake the heavens. Her taste hits my tongue, and I know I'm fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.
I always thought I was a good man, an honorable one. It's a lie. Because with her on my tongue, wailing my name, I know there isn't a fucking thing I won't do to keep her right here, to keep her all to myself. This is where I belong, on my knees, worshipping at the gates of heaven.
I part her slit with two fingers, running my tongue from her clit to her asshole and then back. She tangles her hands into my hair, pulling, moaning, fucking begging.
And I'm so hard, it hurts. I need her to come. I need to crawl inside her and imprint myself right there, where she'll never forget me.
"Come for me, beautiful," I groan, forcing my tongue as deep into her tight little hole as I can get it. I fuck her with it, shaking my head back and forth, curling it to try to reach her G-spot. I ruin her the same way she's ruining me, wringing her out.
She claws and screams, and then she shudders apart, her thighs clamped around my head as her pussy floods. I bury my face deeper, licking up every drop she spills, desperate to claim every one, to be the architect of every ounce of her pleasure, of every quiver, every gasp, and tremble.
She falls limp above me, shaking and panting.
I slide her down my body, catching her in my arms. My lips brush her sweaty temple. "You're beautiful when you're screaming for me, Harlow," I rumble, hauling myself to my feet with her in my arms. "So damn beautiful."
"Wade," she whimpers.
"I know, beautiful," I croon, carrying her toward the bedroom. "I know. I'm going to take care of you. Promise."
She shivers, pressing closer to me.
Her room is a riot of soft color—pinks, lilacs, and creams peek from everywhere. Even the paintings hanging on the walls are the same calming colors, turning the room into an oasis.
I lay her in the very center of the bed, just staring down at her while I undress. She's wildly disarrayed, her skirt hiked to her waist, her torn panties barely hanging on, her bra askew. Tendrils of hair are plastered to her flushed face. She's never looked more beautiful to me.
Her dilated eyes track across my body as my clothes drop to the floor. I'm not a vain man, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't love the way they darkened.
"You're so beautiful," she whispers when I'm fully naked, my dick pointing at her like a divining rod. "Hard."
I wrap a fist around myself, grinning. "He has a habit of doing that around you, beautiful."
The flush on her cheeks deepens. "I meant everywhere. Like marble."
"Happens when you do what I do, beautiful," I rumble, slowly stroking my cock. "You know what I love?"
"What?"
"How soft you are." My gaze slides down her body, my cock twitching in my grip. "You're so fucking soft, Harlow. It's addictive for a man who hasn't had much softness in his life." There's never much of that on a ranch. It's hard work and harder lessons, from sunup to sundown.
She stretches her arms out wide, a sweet smile overtaking her face. "It's all for you, Wade Jessup. Come get it."
I groan, falling on her like the desperate man I am. The bed dips beneath my weight, my hands planted on either side of her perfect body as I crawl over her. She arches against me when I tug the cups of her bra down, my lips closing over one hard nipple.