Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
My cock, now hard, presses painfully against the zipper of my jeans as my fingers slide down between her legs, finding her hot and already soaked.
“Open your legs for me,” I growl into her ear. Her head falls back against my shoulder and a quiet moan leaves her mouth while her legs spread farther apart. I dip two fingers inside her wet heat before moving them up to circle her clit, and I bite back a groan as she starts to grind her hips. “I want to taste you.”
“Wh-what?” she pants, her eyes half-mast, meeting mine when she turns her head to look at me.
“I want my mouth on you, between your legs. I want to taste you.” I stop circling when I see desire and worry fill her gaze. Fuck, seeing that look, I know she’s never experienced that before. Instead of saying something that will likely freak her the fuck out, I kiss her, thrusting my tongue between her lips while my fingers go back to work on her clit. Christ, she’s so fucking responsive, so fucking hot, wet, and tight. I know the minute I feel that heat and tightness around my cock I’m going to be done.
“Denver.” My name leaves her mouth on a plea as I thrust two fingers deep and use my thumb to circle her clit. The walls of her pussy start to spasm around my fingers as she comes, and I hear the camera that was in her hand hit the deck as she loses her hold on it. I listen to her shout my name, and then watch as her orgasm washes over her. Beautiful. But fuck I want that beauty on my tongue. I want to taste it. I want her to know how good she tastes to me as I spread her out and eat her until I’m full and she’s satisfied.
“You think you can make it down the steps?”
“I don’t know,” she pants, her legs shaking as I pull my fingers from her slowly.
“Right.” I turn her in my arms and pick her up. Her legs circle my hips and her mouth drops to mine. I stop to kiss her then pull back before I’m too far gone and fuck her on the deck. “Took me a year to make it down the steps with you asleep the other night, baby. Stairway’s narrow as fuck. I was worried I’d crash your head into the wall. Let me get us downstairs.”
“Okay.” She tucks her face into my neck and I groan when she starts to nibble my throat.
I carefully maneuver the stairs, and when I reach the bottom, I don’t hesitate to place her on the bed. “Lift your hips, baby,” I order, after I slip off her shoes and have my fingers curled around the waistband of her black leggings. She raises her hips, and I tug her pants off along with her panties.
I don’t waver; once she’s bare from the waist down, I spread her open and bury my face between her legs. I swipe my tongue through her folds and know that I’ve never tasted anything sweeter in my life. I hold her open and go at her ruthlessly using my teeth, my tongue, and my fingers to bring her to the brink of orgasm before easing off then building her back up again.
When her fingers tighten in my hair and her hips lift up high off the bed, I know she’s done waiting. I thrust one, two, then three fingers inside of her, feeling her walls start to tighten while she grinds herself against my mouth. I suck her clit and tap her G-spot, my cock jerks and leaks as she comes, shouting my name. I ease my fingers from her still pulsing pussy and wipe my face on her inner thigh.
“I need you,” she pants, lifting up on her elbows.
“Shirt off,” I growl, and she sits up, tugging her shirt over her head, leaving her naked before me. Part of me is tempted to dive right back between her legs, but I don’t. My cock is throbbing. I kick off my boots, tug off my jeans and boxers, and then rip my thermal off over my head. Tossing my shirt aside, I climb on the bed and move between her legs, groaning when my cock brushes against her wetness.
“Denver.” She circles me with her arms and legs and tips her head back, offering me her mouth.
I kiss her, wrapping one hand around my length and the other around her hip to hold her in place. I slide the head of my cock up and down her slit and groan. “Fuck.” My head drops forward, reality kicking in. “Condom. I don’t have a fucking condom.”
“What?” She writhes under me while her legs lock tight around my hips, like she’s afraid I’m going to pull away. I am going to pull away; fuck, I don’t have a goddamn condom.