Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
"Oh!" she cries then, her hips lifting from the desk. Her body melts, her legs spreading further.
"Christ, look at you," I groan, my eyes locked on the sight of my hand between her legs, her juices coating my fingers. She's so fucking wet, so pretty. Her clit is swollen and begging for attention, her little hole clenching like it's begging for me to fuck it here and now.
I can't resist pushing a finger inside just to watch it disappear. Just to feel the way she clamps around it and whines and moans.
And then I can't resist dropping to my knees to take a taste. I tell myself I'll just take one, but I know that's a lie. There won't be just one taste with her. I'm going to gorge myself on her, eat until nothing exists but her honey and pleasure.
I lock eyes with her as I spread her thighs wide, the drag of my palms up her skin making her shiver from head to toe. She's staring at me like she's afraid I'll vanish if she looks away, but that's just not going to happen. I'm here. I'm never fucking leaving.
Her pussy is right there, flushed and dripping. I can't stop myself from just…looking. I thumb her lips open, watch the way her clit throbs, see her hole flutter every time her breath hitches. She's squeezing my finger so tight it's almost painful.
"Stone," she sobs, clutching at my hair, yanking just enough that I want to laugh. If she thinks she's in charge, she's dead wrong.
I flatten my tongue against her and just…fucking go.
She cries out, jerking on my hair, her boots digging into my back. I push her thighs wider and lick her again, her taste hitting me like a fist. It's sweet and sharp, addicting as hell.
Her whole body arches up off the desk, my name ringing out around us.
I fuck her with my tongue, alternating the pressure until she's a writhing mess, whimpering and moaning and begging for more. Every time I circle her clit, she loses her mind a little more. She fists both hands in my hair, yanking me closer, like she's trying to crawl inside me, or maybe crawl out of herself. I don't know. I don't care. I just want her to break.
She does. God, she breaks so beautifully
She fists my hair, her thighs trembling, her whole body arching off the desk as she moans my name. The hot rush of her orgasm coats my tongue as she shakes and convulses, shattering into pieces.
"I'm going to wreck this perfect fucking thing, angel," I growl, licking her through her orgasm. "Make it mine."
"Yes!" she chokes.
"You want it, angel? You want me inside you?"
"Please," she whimpers, still writhing.
"Say it, Seraphina. Tell me what you want." I'll give her anything, but I need the words. I need this to be her choice, not something she feels like she has to do.
"Fuck me, Stone!" she cries.
It's not a request. It's a goddamn command.
I groan, hauling myself to my feet, my legs shaking. My hands shake too as I rip through my fly and wrap my fist around my cock, dragging it free of my pants.
Her gaze falls on it, a soft whimper leaving her lips.
I step up between her legs, my eyes locked with hers.
"Watch," I order, tipping her head down with my free hand tangled in her hair so she can see the way she takes me. I want her to see it. I want her to see how good we look together when I'm inside her, ruining her.
I slide into her in one slow, savage thrust, my entire body lighting up as I fill her. The heat of her pussy, the desperate whimper as she stretches around me—I'm gone. Just fucking done for.
She's so tight, so impossibly soft. I have no control. None. Her head drops back, and I watch the shock and pleasure ripple across her face as I bottom out.
"Stone," she gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders, her nails raking through my shirt and into my skin. I don't mind the sting. If anything, it's fuel.
I brace her on the edge of her desk, one hand digging into the small of her back to keep her steady as I draw out and then drive in again, harder. Her whole body rocks with it, the desk creaking beneath us.
I never want to stop.
I never want to let her go.
"You feel that?" I growl, fighting not to lose it after two strokes. "How perfect you are for me?"
She can't even speak. All she can do is nod, her eyes locked on mine, full of awe, disbelief, and hunger.
I slow down, wanting to make it last, to memorize the way her lips part on every gasp, the way her thighs squeeze tighter with every thrust.