Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
"Do you regret it?"
"What? Of course not," she says, looking at me like I've lost my mind. "Don't be silly. I did the right thing."
"Then why are you stressing out about it?"
"Uh, because I turned down several million dollars?" She blinks at me owlishly. "You really need to keep up with these conversations better, super-spy Finn Taylor. You're slipping."
I chuckle, crawling over her naked body. "You're sexy as hell when you're turning down millions of dollars, Scarlett Crawford from Gatsby Books."
"Oh, yeah" She smiles up at me, her eyes heating. "Maybe I should call my brother back so I can do it again then." She cocks her head to the side and then giggles. "My brother. It feels so strange to say that."
"No talking about other men when you're naked in our bed, pretty baby."
"Really, Finn? My own brother?" She wrinkles her nose at me. "Gross."
"Pretty baby, in this bed, I'm the only man who exists to you," I growl, nudging her legs apart to fit my body between them. "I don't fucking care if it's the Pope. When you're naked, the only name you say is mine."
"Fine," she says, the devil lighting her eyes. "Then I won't say Ignazio."
I growl.
"Or Professor Morris."
I prowl down her body, throwing her legs over my shoulders.
"What are you doing?" she asks breathlessly.
"Reminding you how much more you prefer my name," I mutter, blowing across her clit.
"Oh," she whispers.
"I hope Ophelia's listening to her audiobooks tonight, pretty baby. Because you'll be screaming it before I let you come." That's the only warning I give her before I go on the attack. Her pussy is my sandbox, and I came to play. I toy with her, taking torturously slow licks that leave her pleading for more. I don't give it to her, not right away. Instead, I take my time, paying her back for all the teasing she's been doing. Not just today, but with all the fucking books she's been making me read. Like the one about the professor. Goddamn, that book.
"Finn," she moans, her body rolling beneath me as I bring her to the brink and leave her suspended there.
I back away from her clit, pulling her lips into my mouth one at a time. And then I move lower, circling her tight little hole. I swear to God, she gets tighter every time I get in her. Sweeter too. Who am I kidding? Everything about her gets better every damn minute of the day. I'm so in love with this girl it's ridiculous. She owns every part of me, consumes every part me.
"Finn," she gasps. "Please!"
"Nu-uh," I growl, thrusting my tongue into her tight cunt to fuck her with it.
She cries out, clawing at my shoulders, trying to rock her hips below me. I throw an arm across her belly, pinning her to the bed so she can't move. So all she can do is take what I give her. I'm in control here. She's at my mercy now.
"Finn!" she cries, her voice growing louder as the need to come intensifies.
I spread her cheeks wide, eating her there too. That hole belongs to me just as much as the rest of her. My tongue presses against the tight ring of muscle, pushing and prodding, trying to fight its way inside. Her body resists as she wails my name, caught between ecstasy and shock. Ecstasy wins. She spreads her legs wider, sobbing my name into the room.
The tip of my tongue slips inside her.
I thrust two fingers inside her at the same time, fucking her with them. I want her to know what it's like to have me in every hole, touching every part of her, possessing every inch of her. One day soon, she'll experience it for real. My cock in one hole, a vibrator in another. Until she's screaming and coming and pleading.
I love it when she begs.
I fuck her ass with my tongue, curling my fingers up to stroke her g-spot.
Her voice breaks when she screams my name.
Her pussy locks down on my fingers, her ass clenching around my tongue.
I roar in triumph as my name echoes from every corner of the damn room.
"Ride me," I growl, pulling her up into my arms and flipping her over. I lay back, positioning my cock at her entrance, and then dropping her down on top of me. We both cry out as I impale her on me. I'm so fucking deep this way. Christ, I love it.
Her pussy still flutters around my cock, her walls convulsing. She sobs, clawing at my chest as I help lift her up and down my shaft, bouncing her on my lap hard and fast. Her tits bounce in my face, her hair flying back with every hard thrust. She's a goddess above me, writhing in pleasure and shrouded in sin.