Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Kiss it,” he orders in a rough whisper.
I put my hands on his thighs to steady myself and wet my lips. I know what I’m supposed to do in theory, but what if I’m no good at this?
“I don't know what the fuck you're thinking about, but forget about it. I’ll tell you what to do and what to worry about. Your only job is to obey,” Shadow hisses.
With a nod, I lean forwards, touching my lips to the tip. There's a hint of saltiness. I look right up at him, then swirl my tongue around the head, marveling at the texture and softness.
“Watch it,” he warns, weaving his fingers into my hair and holding my head just out of reach. “Don’t rush.”
I don't think I'm in trouble, not really, but his expression is stern and he forces me to look at him until I nod to show I understand.
“Good girl. Take me in your mouth. Just the head.”
This time, I do exactly what he asks, no more, no less, sliding my lips over him until they're just past the distinct ridge before the shaft, then wait. After a moment's pause and a soft grunt from him, he guides me, using his grip in my hair to show me exactly how he likes it. Short strokes that stretch my mouth without really challenging me, letting me adjust to the taste, smell, and feel of him.
I glance up, and God, the darkened pleasure written on his face is overwhelming. If the size and strength of his erection wasn't a good enough indicator, that look is more than enough.
“I think you’re ready for more. Make me come, baby girl.” Every raspy word makes my nipples harden and my core clutch tighter.
His words leave no room for self-doubt. This is happening. I'm going to do this.
He slides deeper, right up to where the thick head of his cock bumps against the back of my mouth. It tickles my throat and I gag, just a little. As soon as I do, he backs off, like he’s trying to figure out my range. He repeats the cycle until I relax and start to move with him, anticipating the next stroke. The quiet wet sounds of his precum mixing with my saliva as I swirl my tongue around his blood-filled shaft fill the room, hopefully not loud enough to wake the others.
He closes his eyes and leans back. His tight grip on my hair makes it easy for him to set the pace. All I have to do is follow his lead. Shadow lets out a low moan, and his cock jumps. He must be getting close, and it's got me so freaking hot.
I run my hands up the back of his legs, speeding up and getting more into it. I’m half waiting for him to stop me, but he doesn't. For the first time, I sense his control slipping as his thrusts get more ragged and his breathing harsher and louder.
A hissed “Fuck!” is my only warning before his legs tense and his shaft goes completely rigid. He pulses, filling my mouth with slick, salty cum. Curiously, I swallow. The flavor is mild and musky, but I can’t stop, wanting to draw out his pleasure like they have mine.
He lets me, his body slowly relaxing until a shudder goes through him and he stops me. His eyes open, his hazels unfocused until he finds me. “Jesus Christ. That was fucking magic.”
I grin and sit back on my heels, feeling worn out but kind of proud and worked up at the same time. I’ve already come, and this is hardly the place or situation I’d choose to lose my virginity, but I want to know what comes next. We dress together, which has a strange sort of intimacy to it, even in a place like this.
Instead of returning to his chair, he sits on the floor and pats his leg. “Come on, I’m probably a shitty pillow but it’s better than nothing.” Shadow strokes a hand over my hair. “Much as I fucking hate to say it, you should get dressed and get some rest. We’re going to need to get out of here before the sun comes up.”
I nod, already starting to drift to sleep surrounded by his scent.
His whisper is nearly inaudible. “It’s going to be hard to let you go, I hope you know that, baby girl.”
17
THUNDER
I always prefer last watch. My inner clock is too fucking eager. Outlaw’s up. He’s moving like he’s fucking ninety, but it’s a massive fucking relief. Everyone else is still conked out, and it would almost be peaceful in different circumstances. There’s one light on in the corner, and I watch Harper sleeping, practically curled up on Shadow’s lap. Fuck, she looks so vulnerable, so fucking fragile.
She yawns and her pretty blue eyes pop open to look around in sleepy confusion.