Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I’m gripping his shirt and rolling my hips, grinding my pussy against his mouth. He licks and sucks me while these deep sexy groans and moans rumble out of his throat.
It’s so hot. He’s so fucking hot.
I can’t take my eyes off him, his sexy face planted between my thighs, his mouth working non-stop, drawing out every ounce of pleasure I have hidden deep inside me.
I never knew my body could do this. That I could feel such euphoria and bliss from just a touch. He’s a magician. He’s a god. I know I’m meant for him now. How else could you explain him already knowing my body so well?
“I’m in love with your pussy,” he growls between licks. “You taste so good.”
I lean back as he wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me forward, thrusting his tongue into my hole. I cry out too loudly. I’m being way too loud.
“Your pussy is burning hot,” he says as he grabs an ice cube from the machine and pops it into his mouth. “Maybe this will cool you down.”
I cry out as he holds the ice cube between his teeth and drags it up my burning slit. It’s so intense. It’s so good. A shiver ripples down to my toes. He rubs it all over my pussy, making me crazy as the pressure inside builds and builds…
It must melt from my heat because it’s just his hot tongue again, sliding and twisting, and it’s more than enough.
I grab onto his hair as he sucks on my clit, his heavy masculine groans pulling an orgasm up from the depths of my body.
I grit my teeth and swallow a scream as I erupt all over his mouth, cumming so hard my whole body shakes. The fiery orgasm tears through me like a wildfire. It’s all-consuming. It’s the most pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life.
My body is writhing on top of the machine as he continues licking me like he can’t bear to stop. My thighs clamp shut around his head and I shiver from the aftershocks of the orgasm.
“Oh my god,” I whisper when the shocks become softer. Less intense.
I loosen my legs from his head and he stands up, wiping his glistening mouth as he looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters.
I’m breathing so heavily. I’m so entranced.
That spot on my neck is tingling more than ever, demanding something I can’t give it.
Ryker swallows me in his arms and kisses my temple. “You’re mine,” he whispers in my ear in his deep throaty voice.
And for the first time, I know that it’s unequivocally true.
CHAPTER SIX
Gracie
“If it goes down,” Ryker says when we’re riding in the back of the taxi the next morning, “you stay behind me. You keep your head down. You do exactly what I say. Do you understand?”
I look at him for a long moment and then nod.
“You can conduct the interview however you’d like,” he says as we roll down the busy highway. “But I’m in charge of security. What I say goes once we’re in there.”
My initial instinct is to argue with him, but I know he just wants to keep me safe. If it was up to him, we’d be on a plane back to the United States. He’s compromising just being here. I can compromise too and let him call the shots once we’re in the compound.
He tried one last time to get me to back out this morning, but when he saw the determination in my eyes, he just nodded and said I can count on him. I’m really glad he’s here. Now that we’re on the way, my nerves are starting to act up. I’m not as brave as I was back in the hotel. It feels nice to know I have someone watching my back. Someone who’s willing to die for me.
“What about him?” I ask, motioning to his chest with my eyes.
“What about who?”
“Your furry friend,” I say. “Is he going to make an appearance?”
“If he makes an appearance, then things have gotten really bad.”
“So, he won’t come out then?”
Ryker shrugs those big shoulders. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Oh god,” I say with a groan. “Please don’t let your grizzly bear out while I’m interviewing Hector Contreras.”
“I won’t,” he says with a firm nod.
“Thank you.”
“Unless I have to.”
“What does that mean?"
He shrugs. “It means what it means.”
“Which means??”
He sighs as he glances out the window. “The plan is we go in, we do the interview, and we leave. That’s what’s going to happen.”
“And if your grizzly bear does come out?”
He looks at me with those intense brown eyes and I shiver despite the hot weather. An image of his head between my legs flashes through my mind and I swallow hard.
Once he took me off the ice machine last night, I practically ran back to my room and locked the door. I’m not sure if he stayed in the hall all night, but it took everything I had not to invite him in.