Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
My cries muffled against his lips as my hips rocked wildly against him, chasing something that remained just out of reach.
Perish’s lips ripped from mine, his head dipping to tease his lips and tongue and teeth up the side of my neck.
Then he pulled back, his hands going to the hem of my tank top and starting to lift.
I lifted my arms, allowing him to pull the material free.
He tossed it to the ground before his hands were on me—cupping, squeezing, fingers circling, rolling, pinching.
“Shh,” he murmured, face between my breasts. “Or I have to stop.”
I was pretty sure I’d combust if he did.
So I pressed my lips together.
His lips, teeth, tongue, and hands were everywhere, but not where I needed most.
“Please,” I whimpered.
Perish moved so fast I barely had a chance to gasp as he flipped us, dropping me onto my back and kneeling between my legs.
That rumble moved through him as he looked down at me, eyes dark pools of desire.
“That’s a great view,” he said as his fingers drifted down my thighs until they reached my knees. He grabbed them, pressing them into my chest before reaching down to snag the waistbands of my shorts and panties, and dragging them slowly down my legs.
They were quickly discarded to the side of the bed.
Then he was pressing my thighs wide and was down between them, his tongue licking up the center of me before finding and circling my clit in soft, relentless circles.
It wasn’t until my soft sighs grew to throaty whimpers that his head shifted, biting my inner thigh, and whispering a soft, “Shh.”
I pressed my lips together, and his head turned in again.
My hands went to the back of his head, holding him to me as he circled, as his fingers slid inside me. Thrusting. Twisting. Spreading.
But not enough.
“Perish,” I whimpered, pulling until he lifted up, his chin resting on my pelvic bone. “Please,” I begged, pulling harder.
Then he was shifting over me, his hungry gaze on mine.
My hands were desperate for the feel of him. I reached to push his sleep pants down. My legs went around his hips, pulling him until he was flush against me, his hard length pressed against my cleft.
I moaned.
He cursed.
We both rocked instinctively.
But it was mine that took over, that set the pace as Perish reached into the nightstand to find the protection.
He pulled back only to slide it on before I felt the press of him again.
I wrapped myself around him, pulling until he gave me more of his weight.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine, the kiss long, deep, and lingering.
Only when he lifted up did he shift his hips until I felt the tip of him against me.
Then the press, the stretch.
I gasped.
He groaned.
My legs released from his hips, spreading wider to try to adjust to the fullness of him.
“Too much?” He sounded like it might kill him if he had to stop.
I was pretty sure I might suffer the same fate.
So I wiggled my hips, taking him a little deeper.
“No,” I whimpered. “Just… slow.”
Perish’s lips claimed mine again, kissing long and deep, until I swear I felt it in my toes.
And as I did, he pressed deeper, then, yes, deeper.
A low, deep groan escaped him as he finally settled deep. But he paused, giving my body a moment to adjust.
It was only when my legs went around him again, my hips rocking, that he finally started to move, to give in to the need for friction we were both feeling.
He was gentle at first. Slow. Careful.
But as my whimpers became soft moans, as my hips writhed and my nails dug in, he gave me what we both knew I needed—harder, faster.
“Shh,” he hissed as a sharp moan escaped me when his hips angled just right.
But it wasn’t long before my body was edging closer and closer, making it impossible for me to keep my lips pressed together.
Perish’s arm slid under mine, his hand moving over to press down over my mouth, muffling my sounds against his palm as he fucked me harder still.
My body tensed.
My muscles shook.
“That’s it,” Perish murmured, his voice a deep growl. “I’ve got you. Come for me, baby.”
Then, with a cry against his hand, the orgasm ripped almost violently through me.
“Fuck,” Perish groaned as my walls tightened around him over and over.
He kept fucking me through it before surging deep, his whole body jolting as he came.
His weight came more fully down on me—crushing, really—but I only wrapped him up tighter, my face buried tightly into his neck.
Partly because I just liked the feel of being close.
The other part was because there was an embarrassing sting of tears in my eyes. And I didn’t want him to think that I was getting silly and clingy. I just couldn’t help getting emotional when good things happened. And what just happened between us? That was very, very good.