Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Her hungry gaze practically eats me alive as it trails down my chest, sweeping across the ink etched into my skin.
"Like what you see?" I tease.
She rakes her nails down my abs in response. I groan at the sting, my abs clenching as she follows the path with her lips and tongue.
"Fuck, Tempest, what are you–?"
She cuts me off by dropping to her knees in front of me. Her wild eyes meet mine. "You got to taste me. It's my turn now."
Ah fuck. My cock jerks in my pants as her meaning sinks in. She wants to taste me. Suck me. Put that perfect, pouty mouth on my most unworthy fucking body.
Some rational part of my brain screams that I should worship her body like the goddess she is before I let her put her mouth on me. But that part short-circuits when she reaches for my zipper, unabashed hunger in her gaze.
"Tempest…" I'm fucking writhing in anticipation as she slips her hand inside my pants. "Ah fuck." Her perfect hand wraps around my cock and my mind ceases to function at all.
"Jesus, Dalton," she whimpers, eyes widening as she sees me for the first time. "You're so beautiful."
I choke on a strangled laugh. "Keep talking about him like that, and this will be over before it even starts, wife."
Her gaze flies to mine, shock in her expression. "You meant it, didn't you? That you've never…?"
I nod, jaw clenched. "I meant it. You're the first. The only."
She smiles sweetly. "Want to know a secret?" Her voice drops to a whisper as she leans in, brushing her cheek against the head of my cock. "So are you."
Goddamn. I buck helplessly against her, groaning as precum spurts from my slit to paint her cheek. "Fuck, sorry." I lean forward to clean her off, but she beats me to it.
She swipes a finger through the sticky fluid, then slowly, deliberately brings it to her lips. Her tongue darts out for a taste.
"Tempest. Jesus." My stomach muscles clench hard as she fucking moans, her eyes rolling back like I'm the best thing she's ever had in her mouth.
"I like the way you taste…husband."
Ah, fucking hell. My cock jerks again at the sound of that title spilling from her lips. It sounds too goddamn good, like she's claiming me.
I cup the back of her head, gently urging her forward. "Suck me, Tempest. Put that pretty mouth on me and take what you want. What's yours."
She whimpers eagerly, leaning in to run her tongue up my shaft, exploring me with little licks that drive me fucking crazy.
I groan and fist my hand tighter in her hair as her lips close around the head of my cock, her lips stretched obscenely around my girth.
"Fuck, baby. Just like that." I fight to hold still, to let her get used to having me in her mouth. But it's not fucking easy. Especially when she looks up at me with those amber eyes, holding my gaze as she takes me deeper, bobbing up and down on my cock.
A string of curses flies from my lips as she finds her rhythm, her confidence growing with each suck and swirl of her tongue. I buck my hips, unable to tear my gaze away from her, wrecked, in heaven. Goddamn. That mouth. This woman.
"Goddamn, Tempest," I rasp. "You're so fucking gorgeous with your mouth full of my cock. Are you trying to suck the soul right out of my body, baby?"
She bobs her head in a nod, her eyes dark as she takes more of me. A desperate, garbled noise vibrates in the back of her throat, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as I bump the back of her throat. It closes around me, and I fucking snap.
My hands tighten in her hair and I thrust forward once, twice, a third time, only pulling back when she gags around me.
"Too much?" I ask, my voice rough as I brush away the tears and saliva from her cheeks.
She shakes her head, her eyes blazing as she pants for breath. "More, Dalton. I want it all."
I roar in response, madness and pure fucking obsession crashing through me. She's ruining me, completely annihilating me.
I snatch her up off the floor, tossing her onto the bed. Before she can move or say a word, I'm on top of her, my body pressed to hers as I kiss the breath from her lungs.
Her dress tears beneath my hands, but I don't have it in me to care. I'm wild above her, a goddamn force of nature set free by the way she sucked me and then demanded more.
She sobs, writhing and arching beneath me—clawing and biting.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I groan, leaning back to take a good look at her once the dress is in pieces beside us. Every inch of her is golden brown and soft. Every roll, every dip, every mark is perfection. And it's all fucking mine. "Christ, baby. I want my lips everywhere. Want you to feel me everywhere, every goddamn minute of the day."