Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Placing her gently on the bed, I flip on the bedside lamp and start stripping out of my clothes. “You want me to help you with those?” I nod to her clothes as I kick my shorts and boxer briefs to the side. I don’t give a fuck where they land. Gripping my aching cock, I stroke it a few times, trying to give myself some relief.
It’s not working.
“I can do it,” she says, her voice husky with desire. She scoots to the edge of the bed and stands, quickly discarding her clothes. “Now what?” she asks, standing before me completely naked.
“Now,” I say, sliding an arm around her waist, and pulling her naked body against mine. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at the contact of her silky, soft skin. “You sit on my face.” She gasps, and I release her, climb on the bed, and lie back. “Come here, Roe.”
“I-I don’t know how.” She bites down on her bottom lip, her nerves getting the best of her. We’ll work on that. She’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I want her to feel comfortable asking and taking what she wants.
“You come up here, put your hands on the headboard, and hold on.”
“You won’t be able to breathe.”
I smile that my girl’s worried about me. “Death by my girl’s pussy doesn’t seem like such a bad way to go,” I tell her.
“Landry.” She stomps her foot, and her tits jiggle, making my mouth water.
“I promise you, I’ll be able to breathe. Trust me on this. Please?”
“I might be bad at this. I don’t know what I was thinking,” she mutters.
“You were thinking about what you want, what we both want. I’ll never break a promise to you, Rowan, and that includes this.” I tap my chest. “Climb up here, baby. We’ll start slow.”
“Aren’t I supposed to turn the other way or something?” she asks, her face heating.
“We’ll try that another day. Right now, I just want to drown in you, and for that to happen, I need you to sit on my face.”
She opens her mouth, but quickly closes it and gives me a nod, before climbing on the bed and moving up my chest. “Like this?” she asks, reaching out with trembling hands to grip the headboard.
“Just like that. Grind, rock, ride, whatever you want to do, baby. Most importantly, just feel and enjoy it. I know I will,” I tell her, licking my lips. “Lift for me.” She does as I ask, and with my hands on the backs of her thighs, I pull her closer. “Closer, Roe.” I feel the quiver in her legs, but she does as I ask and moves closer. She’s now straddling my face, and her scent washes over me. I get it now, why she was sniffing my shirt.
“Now what?”
“You doing okay, beautiful?” I ask, hearing the strain in her voice.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I promise I’ll tap your thigh like this”—I demonstrate—“if I need you to move. Deal?”
Her shoulders seem to relax, and she nods. “Deal.”
“Good. Hold on tight, baby. You know how much I love to eat.” I wink at her, and her cheeks flame red. Damn, I’m glad I turned on the lamp. I pull her down and take my first taste. Just a smooth lick of my tongue, and I know this is it. The last pussy I’ll ever taste, and the one I’ll want over and over again every day for the rest of my life.
I had planned to ease her into it, but she moans and drops further, engulfing me in her, and I can’t hold back. I eat at her like she’s my last meal. Licking, sucking, biting, you name it, I’m giving it to her. When her hips start to rock, I can feel my cock leaking. Fuck me, I’m going to come again without being inside this woman.
Only Rowan has this kind of power over me.
Clamping down on her legs, holding her closer, I suck on her clit, and she shoots off like a rocket. She floods my face, and that’s when I lose control. I come, hot spurts shooting out of me like I’m a randy fucking teenager, and I have zero fucking regrets.
Not with Rowan.
Never with Rowan.
Rowan lifts and moves to lie next to me, her head on my chest. Hesitantly, she reaches out and strokes her index finger through the release on my belly. “You enjoyed that,” she says. It’s not a question, more an observation.
“You’re my favorite meal, baby,” I tell her.
She lightly smacks my chest. “Be serious. Is this something that happens a lot?”
“Only with you.”
She lifts her head to search my gaze. I push her hair out of her eyes and shrug.
She surprises me when she moves to my abdomen, and licks the tip of my still hard cock. She does it a few more times, and I growl, and she giggles. She pumps me a few times, making my eyes roll back in my head, even though I just blew my load, before she settles back against my chest.