Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
We somehow managed to strip most of our clothes off without changing position, only standing to get our shoes, pants, and underwear off. Then I got another look at the bruises on him and froze with my hands on his chest.
“I’m fine.”
I shook my head. “You’re not.”
“Good enough for this.” He caught my wrists and kissed the center of each palm. “You started it, pretty girl. You don’t get to stop because you’re worried about a bruise.”
His mouth closed over my breast, his beard scraping the underside. I gasped and arched into him. He sucked, then used his teeth just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.
He cupped the other breast and rolled the nipple until I was writhing against him. “That’s it, pretty girl. Don’t hide from me. I want every sound.”
“Gavin—”
My voice broke because he pinched and pulled at the same time.
He turned, laying me on the mattress and following me down. His weight settled between my thighs, and one forearm planted beside my head. “You’re soaked. Been like this since you laid that kiss on me in the kitchen, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped when his hand slid between the valley of my breasts and down my stomach.
“Good girl.”
He dragged a finger through my wetness, circling my clit once, then pulling away when my hips chased his touch. The frustrated sound I made had his lips curving into a smirk.
“Greedy already.” He pushed two fingers inside me and curled to stroke my most sensitive spot. “Tight. Hot. And all mine.”
He worked me with his hand until I shook from my release, then pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean while I watched.
“Hands flat on the mattress, pretty girl. You reach for my hair, I stop. Let me take care of you.”
Desperate for more even though I’d just come, I grabbed the sheets while his shoulders shoved my thighs wider. The first slow lick from my entrance to my clit tore a cry out of me. He hummed against my drenched flesh and hooked my legs over his shoulders for better access. Then he licked and sucked, only easing off when I got close again.
I fisted the sheets. “Gavin, please.”
“Please what?” His beard scraped against my inner thigh. “You want to come on my tongue or do you want me inside you first?”
“Your mouth. Please,” I panted.
He sucked harder and drove his fingers deep. “Give it to me. Now.”
I came with his name broken on my lips, my hips straining against the arm he pinned across me, pulsing around his fingers while he licked me through every wave. He did not stop until I twitched away from the intensity. Then he kissed the inside of my thigh before he kneeled and wrapped a fist around his thick shaft.
“Look at me.”
I reluctantly lifted my gaze to meet his, and he rewarded me by dragging the head of his dick through the mess he had made of me. Then he notched the tip against my entrance, holding still while I stared up at him.
“You started this in the kitchen, and I’m going to finish it while you watch me.”
“Yes,” I hissed as he pushed in on a controlled stroke.
My inner walls were still fluttering from my second orgasm, but the stretch still took the breath from me. I felt so full of him.
“That’s it. Take all of me.” He bottomed out and stayed there, his jaw tight as he gave me a moment to adjust. “Feel that? It’s all yours. That’s what only you do to me.”
I wrapped my legs around him. “Move.”
“Bossy.”
“You like it.”
“Love it,” he murmured with a grin.
Then he drew out and drove back in hard enough that the headboard bumped against the wall. I met him thrust for thrust. He hooked one of my legs higher, opened me wider, and set a brutal rhythm. And I loved every moment of it.
“This pussy is mine,” he rasped against my mouth. “I wanna hear you say it, baby.”
“Yes. Yours. Gavin—”
“That’s right. Say my name while I fuck you.”
“Gavin.” I panted it out on every stroke after that, pleading and not shy at all.
He circled my clit with his thumb, pushing me closer to the edge again. I tried to warn him and only got his name out before I locked down around him, shaking as my nails dug in his back.
“Fuck. That’s it. Milk me, pretty girl.”
He buried himself deep and came with a growl against my throat, heat flooding me in pulses I could feel. I held him through it, my legs still wrapped around his hips and one hand in his hair.
It took a moment for us to catch our breath. When he pulled out, I whimpered.
“I know.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “I’ve got you.”
He slid off the mattress to get a warm cloth from the bathroom. I reached for it, but he caught my wrist.