Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
"You're soaked, Rebel," I murmur, spreading her wide. Her pussy is the prettiest pink, her clit hard and swollen. The way her juices glisten on her lips… Christ. I'm going to eat her alive.
"Uh-huh."
"You need me to lick this little thing until you're coming all over me?"
"Yes," she moans. "Please, Mason."
I drag her ass to the edge of the desk, running my lips up her thigh. Her body trembles beneath my touch, a soft moan tumbling from her lips. She smells so goddamn good.
I might not survive this.
"Mason!" she whines, her hands fisting in my hair when I flick my tongue out, taking my first taste. She's so sweet and tangy, the juiciest little peach.
I growl, pulling her closer to get another taste. I'm not polite about it. Fuck that. I've been thinking about this for two weeks already. I want her wrung out and wild for me.
She chokes on my name, pulling my hair hard enough to sting as I work her over with my mouth, sucking on her hard little clit before thrusting my tongue into her tight hole to fuck her with it. I growl against her pussy, pushing deeper.
"Mason—oh, God…"
I spread her wider, giving myself more room to work. My dick throbs, my balls aching. I need her to come right now, before I drag her to the floor and fuck her through it.
"Don't stop," she gasps, her hole fluttering around my tongue. "Oh, God. Please, please, don't stop."
I squeeze myself through my jeans, trying like hell not to lose it as she goes wild for me, rocking her hips against my face, using my tongue like her own personal pleasure device. She's so goddamn beautiful as she whimpers and moans, pulling my hair and grinding against me.
"Mason, I…I…" She shatters with a sharp cry, coming all over my face. Her body goes rigid before she trembles and shakes, soft whimpers falling from her lips. Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back.
I lick her through it, savoring every damn ounce of her pleasure until she goes limp on top of the desk, panting for breath.
"Damn, Rebel," I breathe, pulling back to place a kiss on her inner thigh. "You taste like heaven."
She whimpers through a groan and then laughs softly. "That isn't what you did to the mailman in my dreams last night."
"Good to know." I chuckle, hauling her off the desk into my arms. "I don't plan on doing that to anyone but you."
She meets my gaze, her cheeks pink. "What?"
"You heard me." I press a soft kiss to her lips before placing her on her feet. "I'm all in, Rebel."
"I…"
"You don't have to say anything. Just wanted you to know where I stand." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and then step back. "Go get dressed. I'll get to work."
She stares at me for a long moment, her eyes wide, before she nods and then turns, stumbling toward the hall. I watch her go, loving the way her round ass sways with every step.
"Hey." She pauses right inside the hallway, turning back to me. "Do you think Oscar and Paulina would get along?"
"Maybe. Why?"
"Do you think he'd hurt her?" she asks, her eyes rife with worry.
"Baby." I grin at her. "I'm pretty sure she's bigger than he is. He won't hurt her."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. She was a gangster in a different life. If he gets rowdy, she'll just nip him and send him on his way."
"Oh. Well, do you think she might want to come over here?" Olive asks. "I mean, I've been reading about them. I know they're social birds. Maybe she'd feel better about moving if she had a friend."
"You've been reading about them?"
"Yeah." She nods. "I thought I should know something about them. I want her to like me."
"You were worried about my bird liking you?"
"Obviously." She rolls her eyes. "I don't want her to resent me, Mason. She's already been through a lot. I'd feel bad if I made her anxious or upset her."
My whole goddamn heart is in her hands. Every piece of it. "You want me to bring her over?"
"Well, yeah." She meets my gaze. "I'd like to meet her, and since you're here…"
Jesus.
"I'll go get her."
Her smile tells me that's the right answer.
"Murder! Murder! Help!" Paulina squawks, hopping from one perch to another in her travel cage as I carry her across the yard to Olive's. "Help! Asshole. You're under arrest, asshole."
"Paulina, we're going to meet a friend," I say, trying to calm her down.
"No friend asshole." She doesn't say it like she's declining, but more like she's calling me a friendless loser.
"Well, that's savage," I chuckle. "I do have friends."
"No friend asshole."
I shake my head at her and then lift my hand, waving at the neighbor across the street, who is staring hard enough to break his fucking neck. I swear, the whole goddamn neighborhood is going to think I'm abusing the bird.