Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
His will of fucking iron…
“I admire the hell out of you,” I whisper. “I hope you know that. You’ve been through so much, but you never gave up. Never let it break you.”
“It broke me,” he whispers. “It sure as hell, did. Parts of me are still broken.”
I run my fingers over his broad chest, over the ink that decorates his skin, hinting at more stories I’m desperate to learn.
I lay my palms over his heart, feeling the steady, strong beat of it against my skin. “But you’re still beautiful. And so good.”
“I am with you,” he says, leaning into my touch.
I let my fingers dip lower, following the trail of hair that leads to the waistband of his jeans. He exhales a shaky breath, his hands tightening on my hips.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Teach,” he growls, his voice thick with need.
“I think I have some idea. It’s exactly what you do to me.” I tug him closer, kissing him as I slide my hands to his belt.
He groans into my mouth, letting me take the lead, letting me set the pace as I work the clasp free and push his jeans lower. His cock springs forward, thick and hard, and I wrap my hand around him, stroking him slowly. He’s ridiculously enormous, but I’m not surprised. I’ve seen this man in yoga pants more than once and he radiates that “I’m not the least bit concerned about the size of my peen” energy a few lucky men have.
The kind I’m realizing drives me wild…
“Fuck, Steph,” he hisses, his hips jerking into my touch. “Can I touch you? Can I make you come for me again?”
“Please,” I moan.
He reaches for the button at the top of my pants, ripping it open and parting the zipper before pushing the fabric down around my thighs, along with my panties.
“Wiggle for me, sweetheart,” he rumbles. “They’re stuck.”
“Anytime,” I whisper, undulating my hips until he’s able to shove them all the way to the ground, disposing of my tennis shoes and socks on the way.
And then, I’m bare to him from the waist down, my swollen pussy so wet it’s almost embarrassing.
God, please, don’t let him think it’s embarrassing….
“Spread your legs for me, Steph,” he says from where he crouches at my feet, cursing softly as I obey. “Fuck, baby. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you like this, so turned on and ready for me.”
His eyes rake over my pussy, dark and possessive, making my clit swell until it’s almost painful. “Please,” I whisper. “Please, touch me.”
“You never have to say please, Teach. You just tell me what you want, how to please you.” He leans closer, his hands sliding up my quads, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, teasing close to wear I’m dripping for him. “The smell of you is driving me crazy,” he murmurs, his voice reverent. “I need you on my tongue, baby. I need to taste this sweet little cunt.”
He cradles the back of my thighs, lifting me off my feet and into the air as he spreads me wide. For a beat, I’m worried he won’t be able to hold me suspended like this, but then his mouth finds my pussy, and I can’t think about anything but his tongue.
Fuck, his tongue…
“God, Tank,” I moan, hips jerking against his mouth as he laps at me, slow, deep, deliberate. “Damn, you’re good at that.” My head falls back as my hands tangle in his hair, holding on for dear life as he shows me just how good.
“I don’t know,” he rumbles against my throbbing pussy. “You’re still talking.”
“I’m chatty, I can’t h-he—” I break off with a gasp as he drives his tongue deep, grinding his teeth against my clit through his upper lip, sending my arousal spiking, hard and fast. “Oh my… Oh God…”
“Getting closer to wordless and soaking my face. Good girl,” he murmurs, his dirty mouth making me even wilder.
I moan his name, breath coming faster as I rock against his mouth. He groans again, the sound vibrating between my hip bones as he continues to devour me. He sucks and licks and fucks me with his tongue until I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly.
Tighter, tighter…
“Yes, yes,” I chant, bucking faster. “Oh God, don’t stop, don’t—”
He suckles my clit deep, and for moment, I go blind with bliss. I cry out as I come harder than I ever have in my entire life, giving him that “soaking” he was asking for and then some. Still, he doesn’t let up. He keeps working me until I’m trembling, quaking, and so close to spiraling out again.
But I need more than his mouth this time…
“You,” I whimper, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Your dick. Inside me. Now.”