Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I bent her knees and planted her feet flat beside her hands, spreading her wide open.
Fuck. She was perfect.
“Hold on to the counter, baby,” I commanded. “You’re not gonna remember your own name by the time I’m done.”
She whimpered—something high and breathless—but obeyed, bracing her hands outside her bent legs, fingers curling around the edge of the counter.
I dropped to my knees, my palms sliding up the insides of her thighs, thumbs brushing the hot, flushed skin right where I wanted to live. Her pussy was soaked, swollen, glistening with slick and arousal, flushed deep pink, and begging to be ruined. I swore under my breath, low and reverent, and leaned in.
The first lick made her whole body jolt. A deep, slow drag of my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, ending with a flick over her clit that made her cry out. I groaned against her, my hands locking around her thighs as I licked her again, then again. Slow, teasing strokes meant to drive her wild.
“Fucking perfect,” I muttered between licks. “You taste like sex and fucking heaven. Sweet, hot, dripping for me. Look at this pussy, baby—just look at it. So pink and swollen. So fucking wet. You were made for my mouth. My cock.”
Rylin moaned loudly, thighs twitching in my grip as I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled my tongue around it. She gasped my name, her head dropping back and her fingers clutching the counter so hard her knuckles turned white.
An almost evil smile flashed across my face before I flattened my tongue and dragged it over every inch of her, then fucked her with it—stabbing deep, curling inside her channel, tasting every pulse, every flutter, every desperate little tremor. She was soaked and slippery, her juices coating my mouth, my chin, and dripping down to my neck. I lapped it up, greedy and obsessed, groaning into her pussy like a man possessed.
“Can’t take it,” she gasped, legs shaking. “Micah, I can’t—Oh! Oh! I can’t—”
“The hell you can’t.” My voice was raw against her skin. “You’ll take every fucking second of this, and you’ll come for me again when I tell you to. Not a second before. So you understand?”
Rylin gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, but nodded.
I sucked her clit again, harder this time, while my fingers slid back inside her, curling up to press that perfect spot. Her hips jerked off the counter, her thighs locking around my shoulders like she was trying to run—, but there was nowhere to go. I had her. All of her.
“Open wider, baby. That’s it. Let me in. Let me own it.” I pushed her thighs as far as they would go, and she let out a ragged cry as I fucked her with my tongue and fingers at once. Faster now, harder, pushing her higher and higher with nowhere to land. My cock throbbed, leaking and straining, making a fucking mess in my jeans, but I didn’t stop. I was already addicted to her sweet, sticky cream, and I couldn’t get enough. But I wanted more. I wanted it fucking all.
Finally, her body started to break. She twisted, gasped, and sobbed my name again. Louder this time, like a prayer and a scream tangled together. Her thighs clenched, her toes curling tight against the counter, and I knew she was ready.
“Come all over me, gorgeous. Soak me. Let that sweet little pussy gush.”
Her scream ripped through the room, and I held her open as her climax shattered her. She came loud and hard, her back arching, muscles locking, and legs shaking uncontrollably. She fucking squirted, giving me exactly what I’d wanted, and I kept my mouth on her the whole fucking time, drinking and groaning like a man starved.
When her body finally slumped, and her grip on the counter loosened, I licked her one last time, slow and possessive, then stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
My cock pulsed hard in my jeans, leaking through the denim. I didn’t give a single fuck.
I leaned in, braced my hands on the counter, and stared down at her flushed, dazed face. “That’s two, baby. And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
She mewled in what might have been a protest and collapsed against me when I scooped her into my arms again, her thighs sticky and slick, her body boneless from the last orgasm I dragged out of her. But I wasn’t done. Not even close.
There was something primal raging inside me, demanding I remind us both that she was really there, in my arms, and all fucking mine.
Her bedroom was dim. The sheets were clean but wrinkled from sleep—too neat for what I had in mind.
I laid her down in the middle, then tore off my shirt, yanking it over my head and flinging it to the floor. My jeans were next. I shoved them down with my boxers, my cock springing free—thick, flushed, and leaking like a fucking faucet. I was painfully hard and heavy, my balls tight and aching from holding back. I climbed over her, letting my cock brush her inner thigh and leaving a smear of my own passion mixed with hers.