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)
I bent at the waist and grabbed her by her hips, tugging her to the edge of the counter to feast. The second I tasted her, she groaned and arched and let her head fall back in ecstasy, and my cock grew even harder at the realization that she was mine, forever — that I’d get to taste her and touch her and hold her and exist with her for the rest of my fucking life.
I gripped her thighs tighter, spreading her wide for me as I devoured her like it was an audition. I’d learned over the last month what she liked, what she didn’t like, and what she loved.
I knew that when I ran my tongue flat and hot and slow over her, she moaned and bucked against me begging for more. I knew when I sucked her clit between my teeth and held that pressure, her legs shook. And I knew when I slid one finger inside her to curl into that special spot, when I combined it with my tongue swirling around her — she’d combust.
I almost had her there when she stopped me, her hands flying to my shoulders and tugging me up until she could taste herself on my tongue. Then, she was ripping at my clothes — her hands fussed with my tie as I worked on my belt, and in-between panting kisses, she stripped me out of my suit and hopped down off the counter, dropping to her knees right there in the kitchen to return the favor.
“Mads,” I croaked, running a hand through her hair as she looked up at me and gripped my cock in one hand. She knew this was my weakness. She knew just the sight of her like this was enough to make me come.
“Yes, fiancé?”
I groaned, both at the sound of my new title and the way she ran her tongue from my base to my tip, swirling it around my crown before she planted sweet, wet kisses all along my shaft.
I fisted my hand in her hair, gripping her tighter and helping her move. “Open.”
She did as I said, and I noted the way her nipples hardened, the way her knees spread just an inch. She loved when I commanded her, when I took control.
She loved bringing me pleasure just as much as I loved doing it to her.
When she opened her mouth, I took over, gripping my cock in my free hand and running my tip over her tongue before I slid just an inch into her mouth. I withdrew, coating myself again before plunging in deeper.
Again, and again, until she gagged and her eyes watered and I said, “Fuck,” and she smiled and went in for more. I let her take over then, let her use her hands with that perfect mouth of hers to fuck me until my thighs were shaking and my breaths were shallow and I was fucking seconds from busting.
As much as I wanted to watch her swallow my cum the way she did so eagerly, or paint her with my release and watch her drag her fingertips through it with that wicked smile she always gave me after she brought me to this point — tonight I wanted more.
Tonight, she was my fiancée, and I was her future husband, and I wanted to bury myself so deep inside her we’d become one.
I hauled her up and slid my hands into her hair, framing her face and kissing her hard enough to bruise. She pressed up on her tiptoes just the same way I bent to meet her, like we couldn’t get close enough if we tried.
“Hands on the counter,” I husked, and I spanked her ass for good measure when she whipped around.
Madelyn offered her ass to me like the golden platter of perfection that it was, smiling at me over her shoulder with her lashes dusting her rosy cheeks.
“Goddamn, Mads,” I said, biting my lip as I rubbed her round cheeks. I spread them so I could see her pussy dripping for me. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
She preened under the praise, arching more for me so I could position myself right where we both wanted. I hiked one of her legs up until her knee was half-balanced on the counter, that leg supported by my hand, and she shook with the effort of standing on one tiptoe as I slid inside her.
She was so fucking wet, and my cock was still coated from her mouth. The combination made it easy for me to slide all the way in, and we both gasped and cursed and clung to each other at the sensation — me from feeling her tighten around me like a glove, her from having me fill her all the way up.
I swore just from the way we fit together that we were meant for one another, that we were made for one another.