Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
But how? Heath hasn’t licked me. Right?
“That’s it, spread those legs for me,” he groans.
I shudder against the mirror as his fingers dig into my thighs, tongue circling my clit like a madman.
“You taste so damn good when you’re all mine,” he says. “You make me want to do this every fucking day.”
“I don’t understand.” I clutch his head for support, but also because it feels so damn good, I just want to shove him in farther.
“What don’t you understand? That I want you more than anything? Or that this is not the first time I’ve made your pussy wet for my tongue?”
My eyes widen. “What?” I mutter.
He smirks against my slit, gazing up at me with those daring eyes of his. “You remember me, don’t you?” He swipes his tongue around my slit. “Right. Here.” He presses down on my clit, and I nearly fall apart right then and there, but he pulls away, glancing up at me with darkened eyes, almost as if he wants me to suffer just a little longer. “You remember the feel of my tongue on this needy little clit as I made it come for me.”
So it is true.
“When?” I say between ragged breaths.
“That night you fucked Max …” he whispers into my thighs. “I watched.”
I suck in a breath and can’t for the life of me push it out as he keeps on licking me, all while gazing at me from underneath those lashes.
“How?”
“I came in through the window after you fell asleep.” He grins against my skin. “And that key you thought he took was mine.”
“You stole it,” I say.
“Just like you stole from us,” he replies.
Before I can say anything else, he kisses my mound and nibbles at my clit, a warning not to overstep.
“It was you. You left that cum on my body,” I whisper.
His fingers dig into my ass. “That’s right, Ivy. I wanted you, so I took you. Even in your fucking sleep.”
Goose bumps scatter on my skin, and my legs clench together behind his neck. I want to hate him for invading my house, for using me, even in my sleep … but my God, he does it too well for me to even become mad.
I can’t. It’s no use.
His tongue is far too good at this to make me want to stop.
“And you know what? I loved how powerless you were to stop me from ravaging you in your sleep. The moment I first tasted you I knew I needed more,” he groans. “So much fucking more.”
The tip of his tongue drives into me, lapping me up from the inside, coaxing out more delicious moans.
“I needed to feel you come, over and over again,” he says. “Until you got so sick of it you’ll only want my fucking tongue and no one else’s.”
“But you were there when I made that deal with Silas,” I reply.
“I don’t fucking care about that deal. I can’t stop Silas from taking you … but he can’t stop me from claiming what I want either.” He circles around so expertly I tilt my head back and let him do what he wants despite my brain telling me to put a stop to it.
“I want you, Ivy. I fucking want you just as badly as I want—”
He chokes on his own words and briefly glances up at me.
“What?”
Suddenly, his hand slides from my ass all the way to my pussy, and he drives it inside, fucking me so fast and wild I moan out loud. “Oh fuck!”
“That’s it. All I want to hear from you are your moans,” he growls. “Moan for me, Ivy. Show me how much of a good little slut you are for me. And maybe I won’t be so fucking obsessed with having you for myself.”
Every time he thrusts in, my moans become louder than the ones that came before. Behind the curtain, people begin to whisper, but none of it matters because of this tongue that’s driving me insane.
“Come for me,” he groans, licking me with fervor. “Moan my name and drown me with your fucking wetness.”
His filthy words send me over the edge, and my clit begins to thump uncontrollably as I clench my legs tightly around his neck. “Heath! Fuck!”
His tongue doesn’t relent as he eats me up, fingers still thrusting into me as the wetness begins to drip out.
“Damn, you taste so fucking good when you come all over my face,” he groans, ripping down his zipper. “Such an obedient little slut.” He lowers me. “Now coat my cock with that wetness.”
I gasp as he impales me, no-holds-barred. Not a single inch is spared as he thrusts in, burying himself inside me to the hilt, piercings coaxing out that squeaky moan from my throat. His fingers dig into my ass as he pulls out only to thrust right back in again, plowing through me like he’s been dying to have me. Like it would kill him if he didn’t fuck me right now. And those eyes of his brimming with desire tell me it’s not just a figment of my imagination.