Total pages in book: 216
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
“More!” I beg, writhing underneath his hold. “Xavier.” His name is a gasp. “More!”
His tongue licks long and deep all the way up my slit at my plea and I quake down to my bones in response.
Oh my God, no one will ever know my body as well as Xavier. Ever. I’m doomed forever because of this man.
But then rational thoughts get dim because he tongues around and around and one of his hand leaves my hips to start exploring my lips. One finger slips inside. Then a second. They press furtively at first, just a little bit of explorative pressure.
Little whining noises escape my throat, especially when his elbows force my legs wide open. His tongue withdraws from my clit and he pulls his fingers out of my pussy. But only long enough for him to make his tongue hard and long so he can plunge it in and out of my entrance in imitation of… of…
Oh God. My sex tries to clench around him but he’s already gone, licking back up to my clitoris.
But he’s not suckling me or even leaning in with any kind of satisfying pressure. I wriggle underneath him, looking up at the swaying branches overhead.
Please. Oh God, it feels so good, but I need more. The fire he’s stoking—oh Jesus it’s— I can’t even— I had no idea how much I’d been missing it. But I’m liquid fire. The need is all consuming. His touch. His tongue. His heat.
I’ve never needed anything more in my life.
And.
Then.
He.
Stops.
As in, completely stops.
He pulls away from me, stands up, and starts walking away toward his horse like he’s ready to mount up and head back home.
Just leaving me there, spread-eagled and half naked on the grass underneath the fucking tree in the middle of nowhere.
“Wha—” I scramble to a sitting position, shooting daggers that would kill a lesser man. “Get the hell back here!”
He turns to me.
And dares to give me the goddamned eyebrow lift.
“Is there something you wanted?” he asks innocently.
Son of a mother-fucking bastard piece of—
But then my inner tirade stops.
Because it hits me.
There never was any other choice.
We were always going to end up here.
And right now, tortured and on the edge of the sweetest release, with him so mouthwatering, even if part of me does still want to strangle him, I’m all right with that fact.
It seems stupid that I fought it so long.
Still, I can’t help adding a bit of sass as I kick off my jeans and drop my legs open even wider.
“Fuck me, Xavier, please, I’m begging you.” I blink my eyes prettily and put my hands underneath my chin like I’m praying. “Oh please won’t you put that glorious cock inside me and fuck me because I simply cannot live another moment without it?”
His eyes narrow, but he reaches behind him and in one swift motion, jerks his tank top over his head.
My eyes widen at seeing his huge, sweat-slicked chest on display. I know I see him mostly naked every night during our baths—he’s taken to wearing boxers in the tub, like even seeing all of him is a privilege I have to earn—but the sheer size of him never ceases to amaze me. Where the hell do they grow men like him? Did he accidentally swallow some Miracle-Gro as a child or something?
His pants come off next. And boxers.
Oh, wow. He’s fully hard. Like, fully. I really haven’t seen… that part of him since… well, for a long while now. And in the full bright late afternoon sun, just, holy baby Jesus.
It’s long and pulsing and pointed straight at me.
Xavier stalks my direction, gaze dark, his mouth a hard line.
Suddenly all my bravado from moments ago dissipates like a popped bubble.
Um, can I retract my former request and forget I said anything? We’ll just go back to the whole grooming and dinner routine like nothing ever happened? How about that? That’s sounding swell right about now.
Xavier drops on top of me like I imagine a lion might descend on a kill—swift and with dark intent.
“Why don’t we take it slow since—”
His cock is at my entrance and pressing in before I can get another word out.
Oh. Or well, you know, we could just get right down to it and—
“Oh!” I exclaim when he shoves right in, grabbing my ass for better leverage as he drags his cock in and out several times. A low growl rumbles throughout his chest as he hovers over me, holding himself up by one arm propped on the ground.
All my breath is expelled from my lungs at the sudden fullness of his cock. The feeling of him—oh God, he’s inside me—is both completely foreign and in the back of my mind rings a note of familiarity. He’s the only one who’s ever been in this position, but God, so much has happened since he first…