Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
He rumbles a deep, vibrating sound in the most arousing, primal way. I tremble in the echo of it.
The reflections of our gazes hold fast as he slowly opens my zipper.
“How’s your leg?” I ask.
“The pain I’m feeling isn’t in my leg.” He caresses his hands along my hips and beneath the denim, guiding my jeans and underwear down, down, down my legs, and off, taking my socks, too.
He lowers to his haunches behind me, his nose trailing up between my thighs until his teeth close around my ass cheek in a claiming bite.
The pain awakens me, setting me on fire. My legs shake. My back arches. Then his nose is there, buried between my legs, smelling me. Of course, he is, and I’m fucking here for it.
I whimper as he tongues me from behind, delving past swollen flesh, parting me, and sinking deep with languid circles. Each curling lick feels like worship. Every thrust of that strong tongue focuses on my pleasure.
His fingers join in, slowly massaging my clit as he feeds. I squirm and gasp, my inner thighs slick with my arousal.
Another gasp, drowned by a masculine groan against my pussy. Then he devours me with vicious indulgence as if desperate to swallow my climax.
I give it to him, crying out and flooding his tongue as I peak.
Warm, shimmering waves crash over me as he rises and spins me to face him.
Rough hands yank off my shirt. My bra hits the floor next.
Once I’m completely naked, his mouth crashes over mine, the taste of my pussy on his tongue. He kisses me the way he kissed me to orgasm. Intimately. Aggressively. Hungrily.
When we come up for air, the room spins. My lips throb, and my body drips with desire.
“Fuck.” I grip his hips for balance. “Goddamn, Kody.”
“Hold on.” He moves me to the wall between the counter and the doorway.
I slump against it, nude and buzzing with the remnants of my release. He takes one step back and reclines against the opposite wall.
At some point, he opened the zipper on his jeans, making room for the unnatural creation between his legs. A bead of precome clings to the tip.
With his shoulder blades braced against the wall, his boots planted wide, and his massive cock jutting from the open V of his jeans, he runs a hand through his rumpled hair, looking for all the world like a sculpted, immortal sex god.
Mine.
I’m going to fuck him until he can’t move.
He smirks, and Lord Jesus help me, it’s such a rare thing to see on those gorgeous, pouty lips. I could come again just from the sight of it.
I let my hand fall to my pussy, my fingers caressing the ache.
He wags his head. “Let me look at you. Spread your legs.”
I widen my stance, and my God, does he look. There isn’t an inch of me he doesn’t touch, caress, and violate with the phantom fingers of his gaze.
My blood sings. “I love you.”
“Know what happens when you say that to a caveman?”
I laugh.
He scowls.
As if our very lives rest upon that question, he closes the distance and shows me.
9
Frankie
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Holy hell, Kody’s kiss is flammable. It’s incendiary. It’s the spark before the blaze that burns down the world.
I writhe in the flames as he drags his searing tongue along my throat, my collarbones, teasing the hollow dip between them before trailing to my breasts.
They’re small. Smaller than they were a year ago. But when he draws one into his mouth and sucks, I’ve never felt so feminine, so desirable.
He nips and licks, palming one breast as he flicks his tongue possessively over the other.
Restless and wanton, I grasp the back of his head, fisting his soft hair and holding him to me.
Clamping his mouth over my hardened tip, he sucks so greedily his teeth nearly break my skin.
“I need you.” My mind spirals, focused on one thing. “Inside me now.”
“I know what you need.” He returns to my mouth, lapping into my gasps and swallowing my breaths.
His hands continue their assault, kneading my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I moan into his kiss, dueling my tongue with his as he thumbs my sensitive buds, sending jolts of pleasure through every nerve ending.
My fingers claw at the front of his jeans, fumbling to free him, to hold all that hard, heavy virility in my hands.
He brushes my arm away and shoves a powerful thigh between my legs, lifting it until I’m riding pure muscle.
“Oh, fuck.” My breath snags, and a rush of wetness soaks his leg.
With his hands on my waist, he guides my body into a feverish dance, undulating my hips, rocking my pussy against his thigh, pulverizing me.
I burst into a thousand tingling embers. The release hits so hard it feels like my bones are disintegrating, and I’m floating like ash in the wind.