Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 145038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Yeah. I inhale deeper.
It’s attractive—how much Rocky can read into my actions like I’m an open book, when I feel like I’ve always lived untouched and lost on a dusty shelf. How long has he held the pages of who I am? How long has he loved each messy line?
How long have I loved the pages of who he is?
“Are you afraid it’ll end soon?” I whisper.
He’s gripping the back of my skull with an affection I could melt into. “No. Because I’m going to take my excruciating…long…hard time with you.”
“Miami,” I breathe out the safe word. Finally giving in to him.
There is only hunger and need in his eyes, and I return the sentiments in mine before our lips collide to a vicious beat inside me. Holy…fuck. His clawing, forceful kisses shove me harder into the cabinet. Yes, God. I instinctively jerk against the belt—to touch him.
I can’t…
But his hands—they’re on me. He’s tearing my sweatpants to my ankles. “Be fucking quiet.”
“You be fucking quiet,” I hiss in a shortened, hot breath.
Sweatpants off. Pink lacy panties on. I think he’s going to strip me completely naked, but Rocky fishes for the button of his slacks. He steps out of his navy-blue pants, then tugs off his boxer briefs with the confidence of a fucking god.
He is well endowed, extremely hard, and very naked in my shared kitchen. I like this—no, I’m obsessed with this. He’s the one who’s bare first, and maybe from our first time together he knew I really enjoyed seeing him strip.
He’s not lifting my shirt to peer at my tits. I’m curious to see what turns him on, too. We’re in an exploration phase, and sexual intimacy with Rocky is so enthrallingly new.
He slips my panties roughly off my legs, then grips my kneecaps and splits them back open. He’s looking at my bare pussy with a primal expression. My heart rate accelerates at the vulnerability with him. Being naked from the waist down, I could probably do this anywhere and feel fine. If fine is hollow.
Now, I don’t feel fine.
I feel combustible. On the verge of a volcanic eruption.
“Like what you see?” I rasp.
“Yeah,” he says while staring deeply into my eyes. “I’m going to eat you alive, little nightmare.” Fuck me. I can’t even think before he has my ass in his hands. He hoists me upward while I instinctively hook my legs over his shoulders. My wrists pull at the cabinets, but Rocky keeps me steady.
He’s face-to-face with my cunt, and I’m a withering, wet mess for him. All the while, his gaze is fixed on mine.
He never breaks.
Not when his mouth closes over my sensitive bud. Not when my thighs tremble against his shoulders. Not when he licks and sucks.
Ohh God…I imprison each moan in my throat, smothering the high-pitched, pleasured sounds. I’m breathy and losing sense of time as sweat builds, as Rocky’s possessive hand rises against the curve of my hip.
His touch, his tongue, his presence electrifies every single inch of me.
But it’s his eyes causing critical damage. I’m caught inside those gray swirls of tempestuous storms. It’s a vortex he’s dragged me into, and I’m wrenching him into mine. We’re locked in, as if hurled into our twisted past—the years upon years of longing and grief of needing.
The intensity is unlike…anything.
I’m lost inside the transcendent moment, ripped into shreds by the way he works my arousal and emotions into a tight coil. I’m on an ascent for I don’t know how long.
My breath heavies, and I’m struggling to stay silent. “Rocky.” My warning turns into a quiet, quiet whimper. “Please.” I need to come. I take it back—I don’t want this to last forever. I’m going to be really fucking loud if he keeps stretching out this insane pleasure.
“I’m not done with you.” His graveled voice sounds hoarser with need, and I try to glare, but I’m being eaten out by Rocky. The guy who’s protected me my entire life. Who’s always been there for me. Who will be there for me in new, exciting, unbelievable ways. We’re really together.
He’s all mine.
“Please,” I whine. God, I can’t believe I’m whining for him to make me come.
“Impatient much?” His graveled, asshole voice shouldn’t be such a turn-on.
I groan, and despite my wrists being bound to the cabinet, I flip him off. He sees, and I swear he smiles before his tongue enters me.
This is torture.
The greatest kind.
The next time he sucks my clit, he drives a toe-curling orgasm out of me. My gasp turns into the start of a cry—he quickly plants a hand over my mouth and drops my legs and ass to the counter.
I’m shaking from a full-body climax. Spurred on from oral.
I’m a goner. Done. Deceased.
This can’t be real life. My breath sputters from the aftermath of the shock waves, and Rocky is eye level with me once more. He brushes back pieces of my damp hair that have fallen in my face.