Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I look up, wanting to see if he’s enjoying it, and holy fuck. He’s watching me with a wild, feral look in his eyes. One that tells me he’s about five seconds from losing every shred of control.
“Don’t stop,” he growls, begging me to continue as he squeezes the steering wheel with those big hands. “Put that pretty mouth back on me.”
I drag my thumb through the slick drop of pre-cum beading at the tip and then take him back into my mouth. I love how he tastes, how he fills me up, how he’s making those sexy grunts and groans like he can’t quite believe what my mouth is doing to him.
“You’re killin’ me, Vic. It feels so good.”
I pull him back out and am stunned once again by the sight of his huge cock in my hand. He’s so damn large. So powerful. So utterly Adrian. I didn’t expect anything less.
I drag my tongue down that hard, velvety length until I feel him pulse under my grip. My whole body is throbbing, my core clenching with need.
He moans as I lick every inch of him from his round swollen head to his thick base to his sexy balls that I know are ready to unload into the back of my throat.
I want to feel it and taste it. I want him to cum in me. I want him to lose all control.
I take him back in, sucking him harder and deeper, my tongue swirling, my cheeks hollowing around him.
His hand slides into my hair and tightens around it, not rough, but commanding—like he needs something to hold on to or he’s going to fly apart. His muscular thighs flex as I take him in deep, every muscle in his body pulled tight like a bowstring.
I can tell he’s close to unraveling.
“Vic,” he rasps, his voice shaking now. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me…”
I pull back slightly, just far enough to swirl my tongue around his head, tasting his salty, masculine seed. I moan, low and needy, and the sound rips a curse from his lips.
“You’re my girl,” he growls. “There will never be anyone but you.”
I glance up at him through my lashes, lips wet, cheeks flushed. And the second our eyes meet, something snaps between us—like the last thread holding his control in place just burned away.
He shakes his head like he can’t quite believe this is happening. I can’t believe it either.
The tension in his body is so tight. Every muscle is flexed. It tells me how close he is. His breathing is ragged too. His jaw is clenched. He’s trying not to cum. He’s trying to draw it out.
But I don’t want him to.
I want him to lose it. For me.
“Don’t hold back,” I say as I pull him out and take a deep breath. “Give it to me. Please.”
I shove him back into my mouth and start sucking and stroking him with everything I’ve got. When I moan on his cock, it does it. It’s the last straw.
He growls low in his chest—raw and animalistic—while he shudders hard, his grip tightening in my hair, his whole body jerking violently.
And then he lets go.
I gasp when I feel it—hot and powerful, surging into my mouth. The pulse, the rush, the rawness of it all. It’s so fucking hot. My pussy aches as I swallow every bit of hot cum he gives me, feeling the warmth sliding down my throat and into my chest.
I love it. I love him. I love that I’m finally with my mate and this whole new world of experiences is now open to me. To us.
I can’t believe I get to experience it all with my lifelong crush. With Adrian.
I moan as I suck on his hard cock, trying to get every last drop out as he sinks into the seat, the tension releasing from his body like an open valve.
When we’re finally done, I reluctantly release him and sit back in my seat, wiping the corner of my lips as I sneak a peek at my man.
His eyes are on me—wild and dark and looking at me like I’ve just ruined him.
I can’t help but grin knowing I was the one who made this big powerful shifter tremble and moan.
It makes me wonder what else I can do.
And how fast we can get back to my place.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Adrian
Idon’t get a tour of her house.
We barely make it into the entryway before we’re lunging on each other, mouths gnashing, hands ripping off what’s left of our shredded clothes.
I press my girl up against the wall as I kiss her hard, tasting her sweet essence. My dick is a steel pole as I dig it against her hip. I’m about to claim my mate. I’m about to take everything.
“You’re so sexy,” I say as I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck. “The fucking things I want to do to you…”