Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. Damn, she was cute.
I loved her so fucking much.
I pulled her to my chest and held her tightly, dragging in the scent of her deep into me. “What about after the orgasm I give you?”
She looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t —”
I kissed the words from her lips and then pulled back, giving her a dark look. “Not yet. But I will.”
The flame ignited and I lifted her up, my cock throbbing as she wrapped her lovely, long legs around me, and I carried her into our bedroom. And when we reached the point where my guilt about Isaac’s death usually took over and dampened my desire with blame, I pushed it away until all I was consumed with was my desire for her. I took my time and removed her clothes, one item at a time, replacing them with kisses, until she was naked. She moaned restlessly beneath my touch, her fingers pressing into the nape of my neck as I moved lower, my tongue leading a damp trail down her warm body until I buried it in her slick and perfect pussy. Her hands dragged through my hair and lifted my head. Buried between her thighs, I had no choice but to look at her.
“Don’t even think about stopping,” she breathed.
I cocked an eyebrow at her. “Oh, baby, I have no intention of stopping.”
With one lick into her slippery flesh I sent her head back into the pillow and a powerful moan rasped from her lips. Her hands tugged at my hair and her hips drove up to meet every lick as I fucked her with my tongue. And when I made her come, her thighs caged me in their warmth as she clenched and writhed in ecstasy, her fingers and toes curling into the sheets.
I rose up from between her legs and eased up her body, blanketing her in my heat.
“See,” I growled, desperate to be inside her. “No stopping.”
I kissed her then. Mindless with need. Wild with arousal. And because I couldn’t wait one more minute to have her, I pushed deep into her, right to the very hilt, my cock throbbing at the sensation of her body tightening around me.
“I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop,” I warned, driving my hips into hers and snapping free from the chains of guilt I’d shackled to me for weeks.
She arched her back with the pleasure and dug her nails into my shoulders, her body squirming hungrily for me. I thrust into her again and again, my mouth devouring the moans escaping her lips. My body heated with lust and I was drunk on the sensation of her tight pussy gripping me, milking me, licking at the length of me. I grabbed her wrists and pinned her beneath me, rocking hard into her, losing myself in the bliss of bringing her to one orgasm after another. I kissed her jaw, her neck, the soft spot just below her ear, and felt her tremble beneath me. My body blanketed her, moving against her, grinding into her, my mouth and tongue fucking her mouth as I drove into her body, over and over again, until the tension burst and I came with so much force it blinded me. For a moment, I was suspended in nothing but euphoric white light where everything else but my ecstasy was gone. The world. Time. Everything. Simply gone as I floated in a blissful, ethereal light. I collapsed against her with a moan and sank into the mattress, my body drained, my mind delirious. I drew her to me and kissed her again, this time slow and leisurely, my head foggy and vague after such a powerful orgasm.
The heat of her body engulfed me and my eyes grew heavy. Beside me, I felt my queen relax and her breathing slow down. Entangled in each other, we slept, and for the first time in weeks I felt my entire body relax and my mind grow still. I don’t know how long we slept for, but it was still light when we awoke and began to make love again. We lost time in each other. Neither of us interested in leaving the room. We fucked. We made love. We talked and kissed and fucked some more until our bodies were soaked in sweat and slick from our lovemaking.
When my phone started ringing I ignored it. I just wanted an afternoon where nothing but Indy existed. No pain. No grief. No psychopath out to destroy me and my brothers. Just me and my girl lost in our own little bubble of pleasure.
But as soon as my phone stopped ringing, it started again.
Again, I ignored it. Because Indy was sliding down my body, leading a trail of kisses from my chest to my stomach, her tongue sliding over the bumps of my abs as she made her way toward my cock. And call me insane, but no fucking phone call was going to interrupt what was going to happen next. Thankfully, my phone stopped just as she wrapped her perfect, full lips around the head of my cock and fuuuuuuck—I loved the way she gave head. Nothing, no one, compared to her.