Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
When I open my mouth to ask “What?” he deposits our come into my mouth, and I can’t keep my eyes from widening. His hold on my jaw is hard and has my belly clenching as he says, “Swallow.” I don’t even hesitate; I do as he asks, and he nods approvingly. “That’s my good girl.”
Can you come from praise? I think I am.
Gasping, I gaze up at him as he thumbs my bottom lip. “Do you taste how good we are together?”
Breathlessly, I whisper, “Yes.”
He leans in so that I can’t see anything but him. He moans against my lips. “You may be taking breakfast to go.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m nowhere near done eating mine.”
With that, he drops back to his knees and buries his face between my thighs.
And continues to feast on me for breakfast.
CHAPTER 17
Riggs
I can still taste Clara on my lips.
Smell her on my skin.
Hear her cries as she came.
And I want more.
A lot more.
Which wasn’t how this was supposed to go. I was supposed to fuck her, be good, and walk away.
That’s not happening.
I can’t pinpoint what it is, but something about this girl has me in a choke hold. I have this animalistic need to claim her. Make her mine so that no one can have her. It doesn’t make sense. It has been fourteen years since my heart has fully pounded in my chest, and fuck, if it’s not pounding at the mere thought of her.
Her smiles.
Her doe eyes.
Her lips.
Her fuckable body.
That mouth that doesn’t shut up.
Everything. Her. I want all of her.
I don’t understand what I’m feeling. I don’t get this need for her. I had her. It should be enough, but it’s not even close. I want to know everything about her. I want to hold her. Be with her. Laugh with her. Train her fool of a dog.
Fuck me, I sound like a fucking teenager after getting his cock wet for the first time.
What is wrong with me! What has she done to me?
Her pussy has to have put some kind of spell on me because I want to drown in it.
Live in it.
Goddammit, I’m getting hard just sitting here.
I adjust myself as I lean back in my office chair. I twirl the tip of my beard as I sit at my desk where I’m supposed to be working, but instead, I’m thinking of her. She was more than I could ever have imagined, and I don’t like the idea of her not being in my bed tonight. We never made it to my bed, where she came without me that time. I fucked her against the wall, ate her against said wall, and smacked her ass as she went to take a shower. She then walked out of my place on noodle-like legs with a PB and J sandwich and a wicked little grin on her face to head to work with the boys.
Leaving me alone.
One thing I used to love being, until she came into my life.
I groan, dropping my head into my hands as my heart battles my brain. In my brain’s defense, my heart has been dead for a while. And really, why are we listening to that thing? He failed us when it came to Peppa. He believed she was the one, but really, the one for her was whoever was around to fuck her and pay for her family. I was never her one. I was her cash cow. Clara wouldn’t do what Peppa did. She’s a good girl.
Jesus above, what am I thinking?
Clara is young. She probably only wants to fuck.
She doesn’t want forever.
Especially with a fucking tool like me.
Someone who leaves all the time and has thirty guys to take care of. Someone who failed at one marriage and couldn’t keep the person he loved. I bet she wants kids, and I don’t want those. Not in this world. Especially when I don’t know how long I’ll be around for them. I’m not the guy for Clara McDavid, but why do I want to be?
It’s her smile.
I want to be on the receiving end of it daily.
Fucking hell.
I groan again as I run my fingers through my hair. As I rub my scalp, I can’t help but remember how it felt to have Clara do the same. How her dainty yellow nails dug into my skin in such a pleasurable way. Jesus Christ, I have to see her again.
Reaching for my phone, I open our text thread.
Me: What are your plans for tonight?
She answers right away.
Clara: Not sure. I guess I don’t have any.
Me: You do.
Clara: Yeah?
Me: Yeah. I’m making you dinner.
Clara: Well, okay then.
Me: Okay then.
Satisfied with that, I go to put my phone down, until another text sounds.
Clara: So you want to see me?
Me: Baby girl, you know that answer.
Clara: Maybe I want to hear you say it.