Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Fuck. The sound that came out of his mouth was feral. I kept going, working my hand and mouth in perfect sync, taking him deep and loving the way his hips started to shudder and thrust with every passing moment. God, he was thick! I wanted to ride him until my legs gave out, and I planned on doing just that.
“Jesus fuck, Juniper.” Inferno’s voice was wrecked, barely more than a growl. His big hand fisted in my hair, but he didn’t restrict my movements, just held on like he needed the anchor. I swirled my tongue around the crown, savoring every needy sound ripping out of him. I wanted him to have the same pleasure he gave me. Then I wanted us to find that same pleasure together.
I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed him down, loving how he bucked and cursed and said my name like a prayer. His hips jerked but he didn’t come, not yet. Bastard was stubborn as hell. Well, I was just as fucking stubborn, so I kept it up, swallowing his cock deep and stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.
I would have kept going, swallowing him until he lost control, but he pulled me off with a grunt, both hands on my shoulders. “Enough,” he growled. “I need to be inside you.”
That did something wicked to me. I sprawled back on the bed, legs open. I wanted to look desperate for him. Needed him to see how fucking much I burned for this. For him.
He didn’t waste time, looking at me, gaze dark, hungry, and then he held himself above me on one stiffened arm as he lined himself up at the entrance of my pussy. Then he pressed in slowly, filling me with his thick cock, stretching me, making me gasp. The burn was perfect, every inch of him hot and thick inside me. I shook with the pleasure he gave me, already so close to the edge.
When Inferno started to move, I nearly sobbed in relief. He moved slowly at first, then rougher, harder, like he was as desperate for me as I was for him. God, I wanted that. I wanted him so fucking badly!
He shoved inside me once more. Hard. He groaned, and I thought he’d come, but then he pulled out and stood. He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a condom. He ripped it open and rolled it over his dick, stroking it a couple of times. “Get on your hands and knees and face the wall.”
A spike of excitement hit me and I eagerly did as he instructed. The bed dipped, and I looked over my shoulder at him. I saw wildness on his face. The raw need and hunger. I also saw fear and fierce determination. “Inferno?”
The corner of his mouth curled up, mean and wolfish. “Hands and knees, baby. Let me see that sweet ass.” As I moved to do as he said, he slapped my ass, just hard enough to sting, and the sound echoed in the room. “Fuck, I love how you look like this.”
The growl in his voice was sin and sexy-filthy, and it made my whole body tighten with want. I braced myself on the bed and spread my legs apart for him. My pulse hammered in my ears and my anticipation was so high, I got light-headed. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I wanted this man to have me any way he wanted me.
He cupped my ass with both hands, squeezing, parting me wide. “You soaked for me?” His thumb pressed in, right on my slit. “Goddamn. You’re dripping.” He didn’t waste time. Licked me from behind, tongue hot and dirty, and then pressed his cock into my pussy as he gripped my ass in one big hand.
“Tell me you want this. That you want me,” he demanded.
“Fuck, Inferno! I do want you! Please!”
He shoved inside, slow at first until he bottomed out. The stretch was brutally delicious. Perfect. He gripped my hips, pulled me back onto him, and started to fuck me deep and hard.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Goddamn, Juniper. Fuck!” The way Inferno lost his mind for me did something wicked to my insides. I pushed back onto his cock, greedy for every inch, every filthy sound that ripped out of his throat. He hammered into me, each thrust rougher than the last, like he was trying to fuck away every bad thing that had ever happened to me.
He wrapped a fist in my hair and pulled my head back slightly. He bent over me, his weight braced on one arm, his chest plastered to my back as I struggled to hold myself up. “You feel what you do to me?” He growled next to my ear, voice thick with desperation. “You’re mine, Juniper. Fuck, this pussy is fucking mine.”