Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
I moved to spread her lips so I could get better access to her clit. I swirled my tongue around it.
Charleigh was instantly losing her mind, squirming and thrashing as she tried to get closer.
I had to wind my arms under her legs and hold her by the thighs to keep her seated as her body sought to rise toward the sky.
And my name was chanting from her mouth, “River. River. River.”
Licking her in long, hard strokes, I let go of her leg and brought my fingers to her cunt.
I shoved two deep inside the hot well of her body.
She arched as pleasure twined her in a bow.
I could feel it gather in every one of her muscles. The way ecstasy was knitting through her, building to become something so powerful she wasn’t ever going to be the same.
The threat of rapture rasped from her mouth, air jutting from her lungs and those nails digging into my flesh.
I liked rough, and I wasn’t going to mind a bit if this girl tore me apart.
I stroked deep and hard, tongue lapping in time. My cock strained as I listened to all the desperate sounds she was making. Couldn’t wait to get inside her. Wreck her the way I’d promised, the kind of wrecking she was going to be begging me to do again and again.
I coiled her so tight that I could feel the second before she split. Every nerve ending in her body zapped and flickered with the coming of bliss.
“Want to feel you come on my tongue and around my fingers. Then the next time, I’m going to feel you come around my cock.”
I grumbled it against her clit before I started to lick.
That was all it took, and my girl was going off. My name ripped up her throat as she came, her body fully arching, rapture so full I thought she just might levitate.
Pleasure streaked across her flesh, a bright glow that spread with the ecstasy shooting through her body.
Her walls throbbed around my fingers and her cum spilled across my tongue.
I ate it up.
Her sounds and her heat and her spirit that I could feel reaching out for me.
“River, oh God, River.”
Barriers stripped, no walls left.
Like she was offering me her loneliness. Offering me her fears. Asking me to own all the parts of her that had become too burdensome to hold.
And I wanted it.
I wanted her good and her bad and her everything in between, and I knew that made me nothing but a bastard because she didn’t have the first clue who I really was. She hadn’t heeded the warnings I’d given her because her mind and heart were too good to endeavor that far into depravity.
Too right to fathom that type of immorality.
But right then, I couldn’t consider it because she was twitching and shaking as I held her in the palms of my hands, slowing my movements as the aftershocks ticked through her body.
One second later, she was throwing herself at me, her arms around my neck and her mouth pressing against mine.
I groaned, surprised for the shortest beat, before I was splaying a hand across the back of her head so I could control the kiss, my tongue licking deep into the scorching welcome of her sweet, sweet mouth.
Charleigh whimpered, and her nails were raking down the front of my chest as she murmured against the kiss, “Now I get to feel you come against my tongue.”
THIRTY-FIVE
CHARLEIGH
River reached out and brushed his thumb along my cheek. The tenderness was at complete odds with the ferocity that twitched through his muscles.
“You don’t owe me a thing, Charleigh. We take this thing as fast or as slow as you want.”
“I want it. I want to taste you. Please you.”
A deep growl rolled in his chest, a riddle of possession.
His thumb slipped to my lips, and he tapped them right in the middle.
“You going to let me fuck this hot little mouth?”
“I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” The confession gushed out of me like a plea.
Black eyes raved. A storm in the night. “Ah, tryin’ to do me in, huh, Little Runner?”
I placed my palms flat on his pecs and pushed him back as I slipped off the couch. “I’m pretty sure it’s me who’s done in. Pretty sure it was you who had me splintering apart. What you just did to me…”
I wasn’t sure I could form the words to express the way he’d made me feel.
As if I’d been elevated.
Removed.
Soaring.
Or maybe what I’d really experienced was being grounded for the first time.
Rooted.
And right there, with him, was the only place I wanted to be.
My fingers shook as I struggled to get to the fly of his jeans, my face upturned toward him because I couldn’t look away from his glorious, brutal face.