Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
From the way his fingertips dig into my skin as he whispers my name like a prayer…
“Fuck, Mel,” he murmurs as he carries me out of the kitchen, still kissing me hard and deep, his neatly trimmed beard the perfect prickle against my lips. “You’re so fucking sexy. I want my mouth on every inch of you.”
“Yes, now. On the table,” I pant, afraid I’ll come to my senses if we take time to walk all the way upstairs to my bedroom. “Fuck me on the table.”
“Are you sure, what if someone sees?”
“No one can see in,” I say as he sets me on the edge of my massive wooden dining table. I reach for the bottom of his shirt, my cool fingers diving under the fabric to skim across his warm skin. “Off. Take your clothes off. I want to see if you’re as hot naked as you think you are.”
“As hot as you think I am, you mean.” He pulls back, shooting me a wicked grin as he strips off his shirt, revealing a chest that would launch a thousand ships. From his sculpted pecs to his slightly crooked six-pack abs, he’s goddamned majestic.
“Damn,” I mutter, skimming my fingers over the crisp brown hair on his chest.
He smirks. “Meets your expectations?”
“Your ab muscles are crooked,” I say, determined to bring him down a notch or two. But I can’t resist confessing, “But yes. You’re stupidly pretty, and I want to bite you.”
“Then bite me. Bite me wherever you like, and I’ll return the favor. But we need to get rid of this sweater first.”
“My bra is ugly,” I warn as he moves between my legs, kissing me again.
“So is your sweater,” he murmurs against my lips, making my jaw drop. But he only uses that to his advantage, fucking my mouth with his tongue until I’m moaning and don’t care that he just insulted my clothing. “Good thing the rest of you is fucking adorable,” he adds, his breath coming faster. “I love the freckles on your nose, and I always thought your eyes were the most beautiful color. Like the summer sky.”
“Don’t get poetic on me.” I reach for the bottom of my shirt and wrench it over my head. “This isn’t poetry time. It’s sex. That’s it.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, his gaze raking up and down my now half-dressed body. “That is an ugly bra.”
My nose wrinkles and I move to slap his abs, but he catches my wrist and quickly pins my hand to the small of my back, forcing an arch into my spine, pressing my breasts to his chest.
“Now, now, be nice,” he teases, his nose brushing against mine. “We agreed on biting, not hitting. So, where do you want to bite me, Freckles? I know exactly where I want to bite you.” He drops to his knees in front of me and cups my bottom in his hands, dragging me to the edge of the table. “Right here.” He drags his teeth over the side of my ribs, just beneath my right breast, making my breath hiss out as my nipples begin to ache.
“Your balls,” I murmur. “I want to bite them clean off.”
“No, you don’t,” he says, nipping at the underside of my breast through the faded beige fabric. “Not until you’ve come on my cock at least once.” He pops the hook on my bra, drawing it down my arms. “Damn, these are gorgeous tits, Melissa,” he says, his warm lips brushing across my nipple, sending a shock of arousal between my legs. “I’m going to have fantasies about fucking these tits for the rest of my life.”
“No reason it has to stay a fantasy,” I say, my panties already embarrassingly wet, even though he’s barely touched me.
“You want me to fuck your tits?” He stands, kissing me as he cups my breasts in his hands, teasing my nipples between his fingers. “You like it a little dirty, Freckles?”
“Yes,” I confess, my ability to play it cool fading as he pops the top button on my jeans and drags the zipper down. “I want you to bend me over the couch and take me hard.”
He curses against my throat. “Fuck, I want that, too. So much. But first, like this, I need to see your face. I want your eyes locked on mine while you take every fucking inch of me. Get your pants off. Now.”
He pulls back, tearing at the top of his jeans, and I find myself obeying his order without hesitation. I squirm out of my jeans and panties, tossing them to the floor just as he steps out of his clothes, revealing the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen. It’s long and thick, with a ridge on the front that I already know is going to do fantastic things to my body.