Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
I don’t know if I’ve ever seen any man look so gorgeous.
He leans on the doorframe as his eyes roam up and down my body. “Wow . . . ,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
My stomach flutters at his reaction. “Do I look okay?”
He gives me a slow, sexy smile and walks around me, as if sizing up his next meal. Without saying a word, he drops to his knees in front of me. He slides his hands up my thighs, pulling my dress up along with it. “You look . . .” He nuzzles my sex through my lace G-string. “Edible.” He pulls my panties to the side and kisses me there. His eyes close in reverence, and he lifts one of my legs up over his shoulder as his kiss deepens. His tongue rolls through my lips, and I grip his shoulders to keep my balance.
I catch sight of us in the mirror, and my hands tousle through his hair.
Oh . . .
Fuck.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it,” he whispers into me; his teeth graze my clitoris, and I shudder.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop doing that,” I murmur as I hold his head to me.
Don’t stop.
His thick tongue strengthens its assault, and I shudder again. “Blake,” I murmur.
“Yeah, baby?” He looks up at me from his knees. His lips are glistening with my arousal, and his big brown eyes are dark and dangerous. “You want me to stop?”
I swallow the lump in my throat as I stare down at him.
“What do you want, Rebecca?”
“I . . .”
“Tell me what you want,” he demands in a whisper.
“I want to come.”
“On my face?” His eyebrow rises in that sexy way it does. “In my mouth.”
“Yes.” I nod.
He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “Good girl.” He licks me so deep that my toes curl. “I like it when you ask for what you want.” He latches on and sucks me hard.
Oh . . .
My footing falters, and I sway on my one stiletto.
How is he so good at this?
He smiles into me as he flutters his tongue, and I see stars as I throw my head back. He does it again and again until I can’t stand it anymore, and I plunge into the abyss.
The strongest orgasm I have ever had hits me hard, and I cry out. The sound of my scream echoes on the tiles around us.
He sucks me through it, then stands and bends me over the basin and pulls my dress up higher.
Somewhere in the arousal fog, I hear his pants unzip, and then I feel him slide his cock deep into my body. “I need you.” He lifts one of my legs and puts it onto the basin beside us. We stare at each other in the mirror. His knees are bent as he fucks me hard. Fast and furious, as if we are fighting against the clock, as if we shouldn’t be doing this.
My breasts bounce in my dress with every thrust, and this wasn’t in the plan.
He turns my head and kisses me deeply as his hips fuck me at a piston pace. I can feel him swelling, getting harder and harder.
This feeling between us . . .
“Oh . . . ,” he moans. “Fuuuuuck.” He holds himself deep, and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as his hands grip my hip bones at an almost painful strength.
Our kiss turns tender, and our eyes are closed as we get lost in the moment.
It’s unhurried and sacred.
A sweet moment between us, his hard body still deep inside mine, but the beast inside has been temporarily tamed.
“We’re going to be late,” I whisper against his lips.
“Do I look like I care?” He smiles.
“We have to shower.” I pull out of his grip and step back.
“We don’t have time.”
“I am not meeting your mother smelling like sex, Blake.”
He chuckles. “It’s the priest you need to worry about.”
“Blake.” I laugh. “Stop.”
“You’re totally going to catch on fire in the church.”
“Coming from you, that’s a joke.”
“Yes, it is, coming from me.” He lifts my dress over my head. “Make sure you tell him that.” I stand before him in my white lace underwear. His eyes drop down my body, and then when they rise to meet my eyes, they are blazing with arousal again. “Tell that priest how creamy and wet you are.” He licks his lips. “Tell him how good you taste.” He puts his hand around my throat and pushes me up against the wall.
The dominance of the act sends my hormones into overdrive. Adrenaline screams through my bloodstream as we stare at each other.
Dear lord.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
The car pulls up at the church, and I look around at the gathering crowd. Everyone is dressed to the nines, and people are laughing and chatting as they see each other. Lots of greetings between long-lost family and friends.