Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
She pulls.
I close my eyes, my hands slipping beneath her ass to lift her hips, so I can angle her exactly where I want her; where I can devour her.
Poppy gasps, her thighs trembling around my head, and I grip her harder, pulling her closer, pressing my tongue deep inside her, groaning at the way she clenches around me.
She’s so fucking wet… dripping onto my chin and I can’t get enough.
My tongue works her, teasing her entrance, circling her clit, sucking it between my lips until she’s writhing, hips rolling against my mouth, chasing every lick and stroke like she’s starving for it.
“Oh my god…” she whines frantically, voice high and breathless, and it’s the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
I slide a finger inside her. Then another.
Curling them just right, thumb pressing her clit, and her back bows off the bed as her head falls against the pillow.
She moans.
Moans some more.
Thighs quiver.
“So fucking pretty,” I murmur against her clit, breath hot, my fingers pumping slow and steady as my tongue flicks and sucks and licks. “Get dirty, baby. Let me hear you.”
She makes a broken, desperate sound, hips rocking against my face, grinding down harder, and I grip her thighs to keep her still.
Hold her where I want her as I devour her, tongue fucking her until she’s trembling, gasping, moaning, groaning.
And I’m nowhere near done with her yet.
Smooth.
Bare.
Pussy.
My hips rock against the mattress, friction setting my nerves on fire, and I bite back a groan, fighting to keep my focus on her.
We’re both so hot for one another. Have been for days. I can’t walk into a room with her in it anymore without my heart racing…
The taste of her is all I can think about right now; sweet and intoxicating—like the way she sounds gasping my name—breathless, wrecked—makes me ache everywhere.
I drag my tongue over her clit, circling, sucking, loving the way she trembles beneath me. Her thighs quiver against my cheeks, her heels digging into the mattress as she rocks against my face, chasing every stroke like she’s starving for it.
She’s close to coming.
So close.
I want to fuck her…
Bury myself inside, bang her so the bed is slamming into the wall. Sweaty, wild.
Naked.
Wet.
“Oh god…” she moans. “Oh god…”
Yeah. Fucking come.
Harder.
Harder.
“Oh fuck, Turner, ohhh…”
I keep my tongue on her clit, keep my fingers buried inside her, dragging out every last shudder and gasp and broken, breathless moan.
Boneless.
Trembling mess.
I can’t see it, but I can feel it.
In the darkness, all I can hear is her breathing—soft, uneven, still catching up. All I can feel is the way she’s splayed out beneath me, open and vulnerable, chest rising and falling against my cheek as I crawl up her body.
When I settle beside her, the room is still and quiet, the only light a sliver of moon filtering in through the blinds. I can’t see her face, but I can feel the way she’s watching me, her fingers reaching out to brush against my jaw, tracing the rough line of stubble there.
“You okay?” I murmur, voice rough, words falling into the darkness between us.
Her breath hitches. “So good.” She pauses. “Turner?”
“Mmm?”
“I want to watch you.”
I hesitate. “Watch me what?”
More silence.
Then.
“Watch you come.”
The air between us thickens, her words hanging there like a live wire, crackling with heat and want.
I swallow, my throat tight. “You want to watch me come?”
Her fingers reach over to trace my jawline. “Yes.”
Something hot and dark surges through me.
Something taboo.
I feel it everywhere—in the tightening of my muscles, the hard, aching length of me pressed against her hip, the way my pulse pounds so loud I can hear it echoing in my ears.
Before I can respond, the room floods with light.
Poppy’s hand flies up to shield her eyes, and I squint, blinking against the sudden brightness. The overhead lamp is on, blinding and too fucking real.
My gaze snaps to Poppy; she’s on her knees, crawling toward me now. Rests on her haunches to study me while I study her body.
The strap of her tank top has slipped down one shoulder, exposing more skin than I can handle right now—her rosy nipples I can see through the fabric.
Stomach.
Bare pussy.
Poppy nibbles her bottom lip, her chest heaving with every ragged breath, and her hand moves to my thigh, sliding up slowly, fingers grazing the tent in my boxers.
“I mean it,” she says. “I want to see you lose control.”
My cock throbs.
“I’ll suck on it, too…”
Suck on it too, suck on it too.
My dick strains, causing most of the blood to leave my brain.
Pulse pounds in my ears, drowning out everything but the sound of her voice and the rapid, uneven beat of my own heart.
She drags a finger up my thigh, nail grazing the sensitive skin there, and my cock twitches beneath the thin fabric of my boxers, desperate for relief.