Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Mads,” he breathed when the fabric was gone, and he sat back on his heels, staring at my pussy like it was his deliverance.
I didn’t feel one ounce of embarrassment, not one inclination to hide.
I stood there, bared to him, and soaked in the electricity he sent soaring through me the longer his eyes washed over every inch.
“You are so gorgeous,” he said, his voice low and sincere. Those fiery blue eyes flicked up to watch me as his hands wrapped around to cup my ass again, and then he pressed a soft, supple kiss just above my clit. “My pretty fucking girl.”
I bit my lip, widening my stance without him saying a word, and that made a brilliant smile stretch on his face.
“You want more,” he mused, and he lowered his mouth again, this time sticking out his tongue and flicking just the tip of it right above where I actually wanted him to taste me. I didn’t know if I loved or hated the tease, but my hands were in his hair again, trying to pull him where I knew I’d feel the spark.
But Kyle stopped me, arching his neck and locking those hungry eyes on mine before one palm began sliding up the inside of my thigh.
“Patience, Mads,” he teased, and then he cupped me, both of us moaning together when he slid one thick finger between my lips.
I shook around him, and the sight of him on his knees with his hand between my legs nearly sent me over the edge. He dove that finger through where I was wet and aching for him, cursing under his breath when he just barely brushed my entrance before retreating again.
“Drenched,” he breathed, and I noted the way his Adam’s apple bobbed hard in his throat. “This makes me so fucking hard, Madelyn. Knowing I do this to you.”
He slid that thick finger through again, and this time, his thumb caught my clit at the same time. He circled it with just the right amount of pressure to make my legs quake, and I let my head fall back, a gasp shooting out of me.
“Come here,” he growled, and then before I knew what was happening, he had one of my thighs hiked up over his shoulder. I had no choice but to grab ahold of his shoulders to keep from falling, and he kissed along the inside of the thigh he’d wrenched up before his mouth descended on my pussy.
And he devoured me.
There was no gentle play anymore, no tease of his tongue or caress of his finger. He covered me with his hot, wet mouth, licking and sucking my clit as that expert finger stretched me open. The combination made me cry out and shake, and I couldn’t get enough oxygen, couldn’t moan loud enough to convey how it felt.
Kyle Robbins was on his knees for me.
Kyle Robbins had his finger deep inside me, curling against my belly, his tongue working my clit in a perfect rhythm.
Kyle Robbins was mine.
“I can’t,” I gasped, heaving, my chest aching with every breath. “Kyle, I…”
“Give it to me,” he commanded, and then he was sucking my clit again, another finger joining the first. “Give me the first one tonight, Mads. Come on my tongue.”
“Fuck,” I cried out, but the words were permission — and it didn’t take me long to obey.
I didn’t care how I looked. I didn’t care that Kyle was witnessing me completely unravel for him, that I was wild and unhinged as I ground my pussy against his mouth and held him to me. I bucked against each roll of his fingers inside me, sinking so I could feel him deeper, and whimpering when he rewarded me with a satisfied groan at the feel of me giving him all my weight.
So long, I’d dreamed of a man who could touch me like this, who could make me feel so wanted, so cared for, so safe and yet so free.
So long, I’d wondered if I’d ever feel pleasure like this, if I’d ever know what it was like to be touched by a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
And now that I had it within reach, I let go.
“Yes, yes, Kyle, right there.” I rolled my lips together, face hot as I grappled for the spark playing at the edge of my awareness. “Don’t stop.”
“Never stopping, Mads,” he promised — and then he picked up the pace. His fingers curled inside me to the deepest spot, and the held them there, coaxing my orgasm like he was the master of it. His mouth covered my clit, and the hot swipes of his tongue turned into a steady sucking that drove me to ecstasy.
I ripped apart.
Every stitch that had carefully held me together since the moment I lost him was eviscerated, along with my ability to stand. I came like it was the first and the last time, like it was the end of my life and my body had one last chance to feel everything.