Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
He made all the decisions, bore all the cost. What if he could find one place where he didn’t have to? No one would know. No one but him and Day. Their secret.
He dropped to his knees, embracing the possibility. “Tell me I can lick you. Tell me I can suck you and run my tongue all over you. Tell me I can make you come for me, my queen.”
Her eyes were hot as she stared down at him. Those gorgeous breasts of hers were close, so close to his mouth, and yet he held back, waiting for the words he wanted to hear. He didn’t have to decide. He only had to follow her lead in this.
She cupped his face. “Do you have any idea how happy you make me? How much I want you? Only you. Touch my breasts. Lavish my nipples with affection.”
He let his palms find her breasts, cupping them and holding them. Her nipples were hard points against his hands and he could feel the way she breathed out, a low moan coming from her mouth. He teased her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and fingers. Finally, he leaned over and licked one, the tip of his tongue running around the edge. Her skin smelled like the ocean, breezy and pure. He tasted the salt of her flesh and sucked the nipple into his mouth. He let his arms go around her and surrounded himself with Day. He sucked and played with her, letting himself take his time.
He moved to the other nipple, feeling her hands in his hair. Her fingers tangled there and she guided him where she wanted him to go. He loved the rough feel of her tugging at his hair, lighting up his scalp. He needed to please her, needed her soft moans of acceptance. Every sound that came from her mouth seemed to have a hard line to his dick.
He was going to die, but it would be a good way to go.
“Look at me.” The words sent a sizzle through his system. Her hand in his hair tightened, gentle pressure showing him where she wanted him to go. “I want you to trust me. I want to be a safe place for you. Do you understand?”
He didn’t. Not entirely, but he would have said yes to anything she’d asked in that moment. “Yes. I trust you.”
He did. Certainly more than any woman he’d cared for before. Even all those years ago, he’d known Day was different. He’d known instinctively that she would be worth working for. Now he was caught in a trap, and suddenly that didn’t seem such a bad thing.
She leaned over and her lips captured his. He gave in, letting her take control. It felt natural to give her sway. Her tongue came out, running along his lower lip and sending fire through him. His tongue played against hers. Finally she rose up over him, looking primal and gorgeous. A sea goddess looking to mate with a lowly sailor. She would bless him with her body and he would worship her forever.
“Carry me to the bed. I love how strong you are,” she said.
He was on his feet in a second, leaning over and lifting her up. In this she was delicate. She weighed next to nothing and felt perfectly right in his arms. “You’re so lovely, my queen. I like calling you that. My queen.”
“Show me how good it is to be your queen.” She stared up at him as he lowered her to the bed. She pulled him down, bringing their lips together once more. “Kiss me properly.”
He rather liked her idea of a proper kiss. He moved down her body, touching and caressing as he went. She was a prize and he’d won. He settled himself on his belly as she spread her legs for him.
He could show her how he worshipped his queen. Her pussy was a perfect, ripe peach. Golden and succulent. Already he could see she was aroused, sweet cream softening her. He breathed in her scent, letting it wash over him before he leaned over and ran his tongue between the part in her labia.
“That’s right, love. It feels so good. Your mouth feels so good. More. I need more.” She stiffened around him.
So responsive. She responded so beautifully and held nothing back from him. He found her praise intoxicating, her willful lust addictive.
He fucked her with his tongue, spearing up inside and coating his lips with the taste of her. He let his finger find her clitoris, rubbing in a soft circle as he explored her.
“Stop,” she commanded.
He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to make her come and then thrust himself inside her until he was completely spent.
“I said stop.” She tugged on his hair and her voice had gone deep.