Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 33213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“That’s it, sweetheart." I thrust a finger inside her sweetness, delving in and overwhelming every nerve she has. Moving slowly, taking my time, I build her up again. Head dipped between her legs and lips attached at her clit, I fuck her with my mouth so hard she never forgets me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t anymore, Saxon. I can’t,” she sobs as her pussy ignites with impending orgasm.
“You ready to come for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Come all over my face?” I suck a little harder.
“Yessss, please!”
“Not without me.” I pull away and in an instant thrust my cock deep, filling her with my hungry shaft, pounding until she screams, thumbs flicking over her nipples as we lose ourselves and find each other in pleasure.
“Saxon, Saxon, God, Saxon!” An orgasm rips through her body, nerves firing head to toe as she sobs and whimpers and begs me not to stop. I continue to ease in and out of her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her deeper onto my cock, determined to feel every wave she has to give. With her legs wrapped securely around my hips, I adjust her up on my lap, thrusting with every movement.
“Ass up, gorgeous.” I flip her over, smack her cheek and grin when she squeals, a fresh wave of warmth pooling between her legs. She’s fresh off an orgasm and I’m determined to give her more. I slide a palm up her curved spine, pushing her over one pillow and spreading her wide open for my greedy gaze.
“Mmm, love this pussy.” I run a finger through her slick flesh before pushing back into her. Holding her hips in both hands, I work in and out harder than before, every thrust aiming for the end of her.
“I want this.” I finger her back entrance, swirling juices from her pussy up to lubricate the hole. “So fucking wet I don’t even need lube,” I rumble, teasing the sensitive flesh.
I’m diving so deep into her I’m ready to lose myself in her abyss. Let her swallow me whole—I’d be a fucking shell of a man without this woman to love.
“Some days it feels like I can’t breathe, watching you, hearing you, not being able to touch you until I tied you to me–made you mine forever–it nearly killed me. My name, my home, mine.” I fuck her a little harder, a little more desperately.
“I need you to know, I wasn’t ever—I was never in love with Junie’s dad. He was so bossy and demanding and dishonest. We were only intimate one time and if I’m being honest…he kind of forced himself on me, and then I got pregnant and all I could think was that I didn’t want to raise Junie without a dad at home...I–I panicked and before I knew it I was stuck in something I couldn’t get out of–”
My mind reels but my hands don’t miss a beat. “Say again?” My vision runs red. “Did he rape you, Briar?”
“Saxon.” Her sweet voice hums in my ear. My lips drive north to her pretty throat before I murmur, “If he raped you, God help me I’ll hunt him down and kill him.”
“No–no it wasn’t rape, it was just very…demanding.”
“God–baby–was I too demanding with you?”
“Saxon–no! Not at all–you’re respectful, he was never respectful, not once. After that one time I never wanted to be with him again but you…I can’t help but want more, no amount of time with you will ever be enough. Every time I close my eyes, I see you. Your lips, your smile, the way your mouth does that hot, smirky thing when you’re feeling flirty.”
“Hot, huh?” I murmur against her skin, fighting to anchor her to now.
“So hot,” she breathes.
“Truth is, Briar, I have no plans of ever letting you go again.” I snake my fingertip over her lips.
Briar’s full mouth quivers in my gaze. I don’t know if I’ve said the wrong thing or the right, but it doesn’t matter—it’s the truth.
“The past doesn’t change our future.” My lips cover hers, ecstasy lacing every stroke. Her full breasts hang heavy, nipples hard and begging for my lips, driving me fucking insane thinking about all the things I finally have time to do to her. I can’t wait to get started.
“Spread your legs wider for me, sweetheart. I’m ready to eat again.”
She does as she’s told, submitting to me with a sweet smile on her full, pink lips.
“You taste sweeter than vanilla ice cream,” I murmur against her throbbing wetness, my beard brushing her tender flesh. Her knees wobble at the sound of my voice, promising me the tremor of her orgasm. I weave my fingers through hers, pinning her back against the bed with deliberate weight. My beard does things to her body I could never put into words—but the way she arches into me says it all.