Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
I caress.
I sing to him sweetly, skin on skin.
I wonder how I can possibly swallow if he erupts.
“Too much?” Past the roughness of his voice, his words are gentle.
I shake my head and put my hand between my legs. His laugh is low and gruff, and he guides me back on his shaft.
Taking him deeper.
I use my tongue on tender skin until he sucks in another deep, erratic breath.
Harder, he says without words. Harder.
He fucks my mouth, and I rub my clit, marching to the brink.
Because, somehow, I know this is what he’ll want. When I look up at him for permission, he nods, his eyes glazed.
“Come for me, Clee.”
I let go for him.
I let go of my existence, my voice, and scream around his cock.
I let go of anything anchoring me to reality.
I come so hard I swear I leave my own body for a few blissful seconds before I’m slammed back into it.
And he won’t be far behind, I’m sure.
Brace.
Just as he’s grinding against my mouth with obvious, pained restraint, he pulls my hair and drags me back.
“Up,” he commands.
I stand there bewildered for a second before I’m pushed down on my back, and Holden moves between my legs, spreading them wide, staring at me with dusky eyes so black I can see entire galaxies.
He makes a rough, satisfied sound as he watches me, then brushes a single finger through my slit.
Pleasure screams through me like a comet.
I’ve been wound so tight I think I could come in his arms again, just like this.
“You like that, Nile?” His teeth graze my inner thigh.
“I… I’d like it more if you used your mouth.” I want to bite back the words as soon as they’re out. Some men aren’t into that even if I started it.
But with Holden, I’m unfiltered.
I’m greedy and I want everything.
I want it right now.
“Brat,” he rumbles against my skin, but he’s already between my legs, his breath so hot against my pussy.
I’m about to implode from the wait.
“You don’t have to—” I start.
He stops and looks up at me.
“Trust me, woman. I want to.” His next breath shudders, and I feel it all the way to my core. “You have no clue how much I want to take you apart.”
No words.
Just his lips on my clit, pulling it into his mouth. I grip the sheets until my vision goes white.
“Shit!” This time, my voice goes hoarse.
Holden just laughs, and the vibration almost sends me over the edge as he shoves a finger inside me.
“So fucking wet for me, Clee.”
Guilty.
I squirm against his face, reaching down to push his head against me, to hold on as I ride his beard.
His stubble scrapes my pussy so sweetly, more glorious friction.
He adds another finger, and I think I’ll explode.
“Holden,” I whisper.
He tilts his head up to look at me. “I hope you’re not about to tell me you’re going to come already?”
Fuck me, that was hot.
“And what if I am?” My words are shaky.
I notice the way his other hand is wrapped around his cock, moving slowly, like he can’t wait another minute.
The sight shreds me.
There’s a different light in his eyes now, raw and primal, drunk on sex we haven’t properly had yet.
In one rough movement, he repositions.
I bounce on the bed a little, hair falling across my face, and soon he’s on top of me, brushing it to one side. The wet tip of his erection presses against my inner thigh.
“I have condoms,” he says. “Or we could just—”
“Condoms are good! Unless…” I bite my lip, looking up at him. “I haven’t been with anyone in a few months. I’m safe.”
I wonder if he’ll question it—I would—and why I’m breaking my safe sex rule for him. But all he does is stare down at my face, his nostrils flaring.
“Been a bit longer for me,” he says wryly. “You sure you’re comfortable with this, Clee?”
“I want you to come inside me. I’ve never wanted anything more…”
“Fuck me.” His voice is all gravel.
He reaches down and kisses me again, settling fully between my thighs.
I arch up, encouraging him, and he slides in to the hilt.
No more hesitation.
I make a noise that doesn’t sound like me, this sensual, heavy rush of air.
Braced above me, he curses, anchoring his cock deeper, pushing my walls apart, taking over.
I never used to think much of missionary sex, but it’s different with an older, volatile man built like a wall. He’s so big he presses me into the mattress.
So broad. So thick, so flipping stirring.
“Holden.”
He smiles wickedly and starts to move.
Long, patient thrusts, like he’s pacing himself.
Like he’s holding back so he doesn’t hurt me, knowing his own size and power.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, wrap my legs around him, and urge him on faster, faster.
Every thrust gets a little easier, a little smoother, and I just want him to bring it, hurt and all.