Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Fuck, she’s unreal.
I can’t help myself—I raise one hand and bring it down in a sharp, resounding slap, watching as her skin flushes from white to a gorgeous, glowing red. The sound echoes through the room, and Poppy moans, the sound broken, her head dropping forward as her fingers grip the sheets.
Her eyes are dark, lips parted. The look she gives me is a challenge. A dare.
A plea.
I bend, sinking to my knees on the floor beside the bed, hands still cupping her ass as I spread her wider. She’s shaking, breaths coming in fast, shallow pants as I lean in, pressing my mouth to her pussy from behind, hot and hungry, sucking her clit through the thin, damp lace.
She gasps.
“Fuck,” she moans, voice trembling, spine bowing as she pushes back against my mouth, seeking more.
So wet already.
I groan into her, the vibration making her whimper. She’s soaked, the sheer fabric clinging to her. She’s wet and warm and fucking delicious. I drag my tongue over her, tasting her through the lace, thumbs hooking beneath the waistband to pull it aside, needing to feel her bare and open beneath me.
Poppy moans again, louder this time, her head dropping forward, hair falling in a messy curtain around her face as her body trembles.
I slide one hand up her back, feeling the delicate line of her spine, then bring it down to her hip, holding her steady as I lick her again, slow and deep, like I’m savoring every drop.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she whimpers breathlessly.
Her hips buck against my mouth, desperate and insistent, and I grip her tighter, pressing her down, holding her exactly where I want her. But she’s squirming, restless, fingers fisting the sheets, moaning my name like it’s the only word she knows.
“Turn me over,” she gasps, voice catching on a sob. “Please, Turner. I want to see you.”
Please, Turner…
I pull back, chin glistening, eyes dark as I watch her collapse forward onto the mattress. Her back arches as she rolls over, her hair a wild mess around her flushed face, lips swollen and wet, chest heaving as she sprawls out before me.
She’s a goddamn vision.
My hands find her ankles, sliding up the insides of her legs, pushing them apart as I climb onto the bed, caging her in. Her thighs fall open, and I settle between them, pressing down so she can feel every inch of me.
Hard.
Ready.
poppy
. . .
He is everywhere I want him to be.
Before I can catch my breath, Turner’s over me, knees bracketing my hips, forearms caging me in. His chest hovers inches above mine, his breath hot against my cheek, his hair a wild, damp mess falling over his forehead.
He looks at me like he’s still hungry, and we’re only getting started…
I’ve wanted this since the second he saw me in the kitchen, wearing nothing but underwear and caught off guard, his expression burned in my brain—the way his tongue is now seared onto my skin.
My pussy is throbbing.
His eyes are locked on mine, dark and intense, the air between us so heavy it’s hard to breathe. Then he says it, voice low and rough, dripping with filthy intent.
“I want to ruin your pussy.”
The words slam into me, knocking the air from my lungs.
They’re so blunt, so dirty, so unlike what I know about him so far that my brain short-circuits for a split second, blinking at this version of him—the one staring down at me like he wants to devour me whole.
A tremor rolls through my body, my thighs squeezing around his hips as the ache between my legs intensifies.
“What?” I breathe, barely a whisper.
He dips his head, nose skimming along the curve of my jaw, his breath hot against my ear.
“You heard me,” he murmurs into my ear, causing me to shiver. “I want to wreck you. I want to make you come so hard and fuck you so deep, you feel me for days.”
I want that, too.
He grinds against me, the thick length of him pressing right where I need him most, and I moan, lifting my hips to meet him, needing more, needing everything.
I want him naked.
I grip the waistband of his shorts, my fingers are barely functional and push them down his hips. The fabric drags over his skin, revealing inch after inch of golden muscle, the ridges of his abs, the sharp cut of his hips.
And then his cock springs free, thick and heavy and already leaking, so hard it almost brushes my belly as it springs up. My breath catches in my throat, a soft, needy whimper slipping out before I can stop it.
I am so needy.
So desperate.
So excited…
Turners jaw clenches, eyes locking on my face as I reach between our bodies, wrapping my fingers around the thick length of him. He hisses, his whole body jerking as I stroke him, sliding my thumb over the wet tip, spreading the slickness down his shaft.