Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 136791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
He's not gentle about it. He's wild with need. When we were together before, he was always so careful with me, almost like he was afraid to unleash on me. Cade, at twenty-one, was a sweet, attentive lover. Cade, at twenty-nine, is a beast, taking what he wants without apology. He isn't careful. He doesn't keep himself in check. The control he used to have is long gone, eradicated by need or want or the last seven years of being apart.
"I could eat you all fucking day, baby girl," he groans, thrusting two thick fingers inside me. "I'm going to die in this pussy. I know I am. It's too good. I can't stop. Fuck, January. Come on my tongue."
"Cade!" I scream as he sends me over the edge into a rolling orgasm. My hips buck and my head thrashes back and forth. The sensation is overwhelming, but he doesn't let me get away. He keeps at me, diving in over and over.
"Not yet," he pleads. "Don't make me stop yet." He curls his fingers up, stroking them across my G-spot.
I come again, screaming his name. My hands clutch in his hair, yanking. I'm not sure if I'm trying to keep him where he's at or push him away, though. I want both as tidal waves of pleasure crash through me repeatedly. They go on forever, leaving me gasping and shaking.
"One more," he whispers, lifting his head long enough to meet my gaze. There's something desperate in his eyes, something that makes my chest ache and my insides melt at the same time. "Give me one more, baby girl."
With that plea reflecting in his eyes, I can't deny him.
He lifts me toward his mouth once more, running his tongue in circles around my clit. He fucks me hard with the two fingers inside of me, making sure they rub across my G-spot each time he slides them inside. His lips seam around my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
I fly apart again, and this time, I know I can't take any more. If he makes me come anymore, I'm going to explode into pieces too small to put back together. My entire body hums with pleasure. Even the beads of sweat rolling down my skin feel like sensory overload.
"Goddamn, you're beautiful when you come," he whispers, rising up on his knees. His gaze locks on mine, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. He places a hand over my chest, his palm flat between my breasts. Something flares in his eyes that I can't read, but I love the sight of it there. He stays like that for a minute, staring at me as he feels the way my heart pounds for him.
A second later, he yanks his boxers down, freeing his cock. I groan at the sight of it. He's long and thick. A bead of pre-cum slides down the broad head. He wraps his hand around himself and squeezes. His head tips back, a groan leaving his lips as he uses my juices to jerk himself off.
My gaze flits back and forth between his hand on his cock and the expression on his face. He's fierce with his blue-gray eyes at half-mast and his lips curled up in a combination of pleasure and pain. He works his cock hard, jacking himself off roughly. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
And then he tops it by crying out my name and coming all over my stomach and thighs.
I moan his name loudly as spurt after spurt of his come jets out and lands on my skin. His strokes slow, but he doesn't stop until he's worked out the last drop. He stays where he's at for a second, breathing heavily, and then he angles his head down to peer at me.
"You're definitely wearing this today," he murmurs, holding my gaze while he rubs his cum into my skin.
My core clenches hard at the possessive act.
"Goddamn," he breathes after a minute. "I think I might be the only thing you wear today, January. You look good as hell covered in me."
I whimper, trying like hell not to jump him. If I come again, I may not survive.
A lazy grin tips his lips up like he knows exactly what I'm thinking. Those dimples of his pop out, sending another wave of lust through me. Jesus, how is it possible that he got even hotter over the years? The whole bad boy thing works for him. He's menacing and hot as hell at the same time. I want to see more…want to know where those tattoos on his arms lead.
I tug at his shirt, wanting it off him.
He yanks it off over his head, and I'm not sure where to look first. His body is as incredible as I knew it would be. He's rock solid from head to toe, not an ounce of fat on him. He's also covered in tattoos and scars. The symbols on his arms go all the way to his shoulders. There are images captured between them, twisted up like the symbols are trying to squeeze them out of existence. I think they make up some sort of story, but I don't know what it says.