Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“They are.”
“Whatever.” I take a sip of coffee because he is kind of right, even if he’s also wrong.
“What else do you want to do?”
“I don’t know, when Mom and Dad used to bring Liam and I up here when we were little, we’d go to Dollywood, but a lot has changed since then. I guess we could just drive around and see what there is to do.”
“We can do that.” He finishes with the bacon and places the plate on the counter. “Do you want to eat outside?”
“Sure.” I set down my coffee as his warm hand lands on my thigh, then slides up under the edge of his tee making my breath catch.
“As much as I love you in just my shirt.” He smirks. “You need to put some clothes on, it’s cold out this morning.” His eyes darken as his hand slides higher, and fingers skim just above the v of my legs, finding nothing covering me. “How hungry are you?”
“What?” It’s difficult to focus when he’s touching me.
“Are you hungry?”
“I… Oh.” I gasp when his featherlight touch slides lower and sweeps over my clit.
“I’m starving.”
“Bax.”
“Already wet.”
“Yes.” I swallow as he fits himself between my legs, then bite my bottom lip as I watch him drop to his knees in front of me. Sliding my fingers through his hair, I hold my breath as he pulls me forward on the counter and hooks my legs over his shoulders. “Lose my shirt,” he demands. I try to focus on listening to him, but it’s almost impossible when he presses his face against me, and I feel his warm breath, then his tongue snake up between my legs. When he pulls back, and his eyes meet mine, I feel lightheaded. “Lose the shirt, Oli.”
Fumbling, I pull his shirt off, then whimper when he reaches up and cups my breast in his big hands.
“Look at you.”
“Oh God.” I moan, and my head falls back on my shoulders when he tugs both my nipples.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.”
“Bax.”
Hold yourself open for me, Oli.” I hesitate for only a second before I reach down and spread myself open for him. “So fucking pretty. Show me how you touch yourself.” Heat spreads up my chest to my neck, but I find the courage to slide my hand between my legs. Rubbing my clit, I moan when he licks over my fingers and looks up at me.
“Fuck yourself with those.”
Oh God.
With blood rushing to my head, I slide my fingers into my pussy as he watches, then places my feet on his shoulders to get better leverage. I swear I hear him growl in approval as I begin to finger myself slowly.
“Let me have a taste.” He grabs my wrist and brings my fingers to his mouth, sucking both of them with enough friction that I feel it between my legs.
“Definitely my favorite thing to eat.” He grins at me right before he lets my wrist go and wraps his hands under my thighs. Leaning in, he licks up one side, then the other, then his tongue flutters over my clit. Warm heat spreads from my scalp down my spine when he pulls that aching bundle of nerves into his mouth and pulls hard. Then his fingers join his mouth, and I lose sight of reality and become nothing more than a feeling of euphoria. Crooking his fingers inside me, he taps against that spot he seems to know, like the back of his hand, and his tongue picks up speed. The walls of my pussy clench tight, but he doesn’t let up. His fingers and mouth move in unison before I have time to brace for impact. “Oh my God,” I moan, coming so hard I see stars as I squeeze my eyes closed. With my orgasm still floating through my system, I open my eyes and gasp when I feel the hard length of him pressing against me through his sweats.
“I need to get a condom.” He captures my wrist when I reach for him.
“No.” I put pressure against his chest, and he backs up a step, giving me just enough room to get down.
“Oli.” He hisses as I drop to my knees in front of him. “Fuck, baby, you look gorgeous on your knees for me,” he praises as I pull down the front of his sweats and wrap my fist around him. Groaning, he slides his fingers through my hair, which has fallen from the bun I tied. Looking up at him, I wrap my lips around the tip of him and take him into my mouth slowly. “Oh fuck,” he bites out, gripping my hair while his other hand wraps around the edge of the counter.
Moaning, I swirl my tongue around the tip, then take him deeper. “Look at me,” he demands, and I lift my eyes to his. “Fuck, my girl looks so pretty with my cock in her mouth.” He cups my jaw, and I squeeze my thighs together. He looks the definition of pure male satisfaction, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter. Taking him deeper I suck harder then whimper in surprise when he slides his hand back into my hair and pulls me off him. “Come here.” He grabs me under my arms and lifts me off the floor. I don’t even have a chance to get my feet under me when his shoulder is in my stomach, and we are moving.