Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Those sexy blue eyes water as she pulls me out and struggles to catch her breath. I’ve never seen a sexier sight. Her hand is still gripping my shaft like she’s never going to let it go.
My cock is shining with her saliva as she tries a different approach. She places that hot wet tongue on the base of my cock and drags it all the way up.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as I watch her slide it around my head before taking me back into her mouth. She goes easier this time, taking me a little bit at a time until her mouth is completely stuffed with my cock.
“Yes,” I growl as she sucks me off, moving her head up and down my length. “Just like that, princess.”
I know I’m not going to last long. Her soft warm mouth feels too fucking good.
And the sight of my sexy girl with her virgin lips wrapped around my hard dick is enough to push me over the edge all on its own.
I slide my hands into her hair, grab her head, and move her hot mouth up and down my length faster. I’m being too rough with her, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I’ve lost all control.
“Fuck,” I growl as I pull my hands off her head, not wanting to hurt her. But even without me forcing her mouth down, she doesn’t stop taking me in deep.
She eagerly sucks my cock until I’m squeezing my hands into fists as the most intense orgasm of my life comes raging forward.
I cum with a loud savage roar.
My load surges into her mouth and she drinks every drop of it down with sharp hungry moans.
Long after the last jolt of my cock, she’s still sucking me softly, moaning as she cups my balls in her hand.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper as I stare at her in awe. “I’m sorry if I was too rough. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”
She pulls me out and kisses my shaft. “I know. And don’t worry, you could never be too rough.”
I watch her with ravenous eyes as she stands up and wipes her wet lips with the back of her hand. I wonder how wet her pussy is right now. The thought of it dripping with need makes me growl with hunger.
“Goodnight, Duncan. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says before quickly darting away and disappearing into the house.
My mouth drops open as I watch her go.
I guess I won’t be tasting that sweet, honey-filled pussy tonight. But tomorrow… Tomorrow, I won’t let her get away this easily.
Tomorrow, I’ll make this hot little virgin mine.
Chapter Six
Vivian
I catch myself smiling in the mirror after my shower in the morning. I never smile in the morning. I’m always going over my busy calendar, preparing for another stressful day.
I’ve barely thought about work once since I’ve been here. Duncan Dove is keeping me all kinds of distracted.
Now that I have work on my mind, I can’t help but go through my phone and look at my emails. Over three hundred. Forty-nine are marked urgent.
“Nope,” I say as I shut it off and toss it back into the bottom of my suitcase where it’s been all week. I don’t want to deal with any of that. Not today, not this week, not ever. A growing part of me never wants to open that email account again.
My thoughts quickly return to Duncan as I get myself ready for the day. I can’t believe I gave him a blow job last night. Something unexpected came over me and I just dropped to my knees, wanting to please him so badly.
But I think I enjoyed it even more than he did. My fingertips tingle as I remember the feeling of having that hard pulsing cock in my hand.
This hot mountain man has his hooks in me. I can’t stop thinking about him and dreaming about all the tantalizing what-ifs.
What if I stay? What if we belong together? What if I throw caution to the wind and let him have me?
I shiver from the enticing thought.
He’s so fun to be around, so fucking sexy, and sometimes I feel like he knows me better than I know myself.
He knows what makes me tick. It’s like he can see through all the layers and walls I’ve built up over the years. He sees the true me. The real me. The me that is lonely. The me that does want more.
The me that wants the kind of life that he can provide—children, a loving family, a safe home in a stunning natural paradise.
A knock on the door makes me jump.
“Yeah?”
“Breakfast is ready,” he says through the door. That deep voice has my body purring already. I love hearing his voice traveling through the house. It’s like a big warm masculine blanket wrapping around me.