Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
"Haven't seen it," she says, shrugging. "It could be the size of a grape."
I pinch her nipple hard, making her squeal. "My grape is going to split you in two."
"Promises, promises."
She stops giving me shit when I reach for my zipper, yanking it down. Her tongue darts across her bottom lip, her eyes wide with anticipation as I tug my jeans down, reaching inside to wrap my fist around my cock.
I grin, satisfied when I pull it out, and she gulps audibly.
"Go ahead," I growl, bucking my hips toward her. "Touch it, princess. See for yourself just how good it's going to feel inside you."
She reaches for me with trembling fingers.
I damn near come all over myself when she wraps them around me, squeezing. Fucking hell. Her hand looks perfect on my cock, her fingers straining to encase me.
"Jesus, Jareth," she whispers, a breathless hitch in her voice. "Did you win all the grape measuring contests?"
"Didn't participate," I grunt, planting my hand against her shoulder to lay her back. "I've been waiting for the right one."
"The right contest?"
"The right woman, Zoya." Her gaze flickers to mine as I lean down over her, trapping her on her back against the desk. "Looks like I finally found her."
I don't give her time to respond before swooping to claim her lips in a searing kiss. I devour her mouth, ravaging it as I run my hands across her, touching every perfect inch.
She moans into the kiss, her tits pressing against my chest. And that feels…fucking magical. Everything about her feels like magic. Does she even know that I'm completely gone for her? So much so that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep her?
If she doesn't, she will soon.
I break from her lips, kissing a trail down her body as she fumbles, trying to get her hand on my cock again. Her fingers brush the head as I wrap my tongue around one hard nipple, pulling it into my mouth.
We both moan when she squeezes my cock.
I bite her nipple and then pop off, planting my lips right beside it.
"Jareth!" she cries when I suck hard, marking her.
"I warned you," I murmur, running my gaze over the red splotch. "You're mine. I intend to leave my marks all over you to prove it."
"Yeah? Do I get to mark you, too?"
"Oh, fuck, yeah," I growl. "Mark me, baby. Let the whole fucking world know that I belong to you."
Her eyes light up as she wiggles beneath me. A second later, I feel her teeth in my skin. I growl, bucking my hips into her hand as she bites and sucks, leaving a mark right over my heart.
She pops off after a moment, humming in satisfaction when she sees her handiwork. "Damn," she breathes, her eyes drifting to mine. "I look good all over you, Jareth."
I groan, burying my face between her tits. This girl. Christ, this wild, willful, beautiful girl. My lips run down the center of her chest, my hands planted on her hips.
She gasps beneath me as I kiss lower, nipping at her soft stomach.
When I dip my tongue into her belly button, she loses her grip on my cock. It falls from her lax hand, but that's all right. It'll be where it belongs soon enough. Just as soon as I get another taste of her, anyway.
"Don't let anyone hear you scream," I murmur, kissing across her bare mound. I flick my gaze up to her face to find her watching me, breathing hard. "I won't stop if they interrupt."
"Oh my…"
She doesn't get to finish that sentence before I bury my face between her thighs, too goddamn impatient to wait. I've been dreaming about getting another taste of her for days now, driving myself nuts thinking about it. Every damn minute of the day, I think I taste her on my tongue. Wine hasn't chased her taste away. Neither has whiskey.
"Jareth!" Her hips arch from the desk, but I ruthlessly press them back down, keeping her right where I want her as I lick her little cunt, eating like a madman. That's what I am. Mad. Rabid. Losing my fucking mind for her.
I spread her cheeks, fucking her hot little hole with my tongue until she's chanting my name and pulling my hair, begging me not to stop. As if I would. I want her soaking my face.
It doesn't take long to get what I want. As soon as I press my thumb to her clit, thrusting my tongue inside her, she shatters with a whimper, convulsing beneath me. I eat her through it, driving her right back to the edge.
This time, I keep her there, toying with her until she's trembling, only to back off and let the high fade slightly. I do it again and again, loving the way she goes wild beneath me, scratching and clawing, biting, panting, and begging.