Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Matthew asked me what my favorite movie was, and then he flipped through all of the streaming apps on his television until he landed on Pride and Prejudice. He watched me watch the movie for a few minutes until he brought up the topic we’re on now.
"No, not at all." I lift my head, place my chin on the back of my hand, and really look at him. His five-o'clock shadow, the way his muscles flex, the relaxed way he is with me, and how, even though his cock is thick, pressing against me, he hasn't pushed for more, which is a damn shame, since I've rocked my hips a few times, and it wasn't to get more comfortable.
"Good, I made a promise to you earlier today. And I make good on my promises." Matthew has kissed me multiple times since the heated kiss at Colt's shop, and the touches didn't stop, either. Neither did him pressing his front against my back while I cooked. His dangerous lips sliding along my neck kept the tension building. My breathing quickens, I can feel my face go flush, and when Matthew's nostrils flare, it has me sliding up and down his body. "Kitten wants her daddy."
"Please." Words are hard to come by, especially when he lets out a groan, hands moving to my curves as he rolls his hips.
"First things first, I need you naked." He does an ab curl, lifting my body up with his, turning us over so I'm flat on my back and his thighs are wedged between mine, and he's sitting on his haunches. His fingers slide to the bottom of my shirt, fingers grazing my skin as he pulls it up, looking from my face to my midriff with every inch he bares.
"I want you naked, too." I lose his hands for a moment and watch as one hand goes behind his neck to rip his shirt off before tossing it to the ground.
"Better?" he says with a smirk. This time, his impatience shows. Instead of going slow, he's moving in a way that makes me think he's in the same shape I am.
"Yes." I lift my arms to help him divest me of what he considers an offending garment. My skin flares with goose bumps once my shirt meets the same fate as his.
"Jesus, you're so damn beautiful." He lowers his body. His mouth touches mine, pressing a firm kiss to my lips, teeth nipping at the bottom before he soothes it with his tongue. As much as I'd stay glued to this very spot to get more of his kisses, he's a man on a mission, dragging his lips and tongue here and there down the slope of my neck.
"Hmm," I hum the further he moves. Matthew's fingers slide the straps of my bra down, and the sensations rolling through me cause my eyes to flutter. I'm able to see the top of Matthew's head, but other than that, all I'm able to do is feel. The rasp of his tongue, the whisp of air he blows along my turgid tip that has my legs lifting and wrapping around his waist. I'll do anything to relieve this ache between my legs.
"Fuck, kitten. I can feel your heat." He lifts his head from one nipple for a moment before he returns to his ministrations. Only this time, it's on the other nipple. He sucks the tip into his mouth, taking deep and greedy pulls. My hands need something to do, and they find purchase in his hair, pulling at the strands while simultaneously holding him in place.
"More, please. God, more." A grumbling noise carries through the room, and it's coming from Matthew. When his fingers trace along the edge of my shorts, my stomach hollows, giving him more room to work between my clothes and skin.
"The more I'm about to give you means you'll be sitting on my face." I should feel nervous, worried about how I'll look, or even thinking about giving him too much of my weight. But the hungry look on Matthew's face absorbs all of my worries and fears.
"I want that, too," I admit. That's all it takes, four words, and he's sliding backward. His dexterous fingers loosen the buttons on his jeans. Holy fucking shit balls. The head of his cock pops out, thicker than his shaft. The bulbous mushroom shape glistens with wetness and has me licking my lips.
"That's not for you yet. I've been dying for a taste since the very first time I laid eyes on you," he admits while ridding me of my bottoms. My shorts are the pull-on type and come off my body along with my panties in one fell swoop. "Son of a bitch, kitten. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for the sight of you lying naked beneath me."