Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
She arches and moans. “Everything is so sensitive.”
I focus my attention there for a minute, gentle caresses, followed by a light pinch. “Just think about how good it will feel when I’m filling you up, kitten.”
She shudders and sighs. “Every time is better than the last.”
“I’m addicted to your pretty moans.” I kiss her neck, dragging my fingers lower, circling her navel, eliciting one of those sweet sounds.
She catches my hand in hers just before I reach the apex of her thighs. “What are you doing?”
I lift my head and meet her wide, slightly panicked gaze. “Getting you ready for my cock.”
“But—”
I kiss her. “Stop worrying about the mess we’re about to make, kitten. That’s what showers and the washing machine are for.”
She releases my wrist, and I cup her, soft and warm under my palm. Then gently I stroke along her seam, going low to tease her entrance before I circle her clit.
“Oh, fuck me.” She shudders, and her eyes flutter closed.
“Soon.” I cover her nipple with my mouth and lap gently as I ease two fingers inside her, quickly finding the place that makes her arch and moan my name.
“Oh God, Phillip, that’s—” She writhes under my touch.
“Tell me how I make you feel,” I demand.
“So good. Every time,” she whimpers, toes curling against my thigh. “Everything is heightened.”
I add a third finger, stretching her, eyes lifting as I swirl my tongue around her nipple, before I use teeth and suck hard. Her head snaps back on a deep groan and she goes rigid as the orgasm slams through her. I know how to make her body sing, how to take care of her. I’m what she needs.
When she’s boneless and panting, I kiss my way over her chest until my lips brush hers. “I have an idea.”
She runs her hands over my shoulders and grips my biceps. “What kind of idea?”
Tally’s on the pill. She takes it religiously, at the same time every day. If ever there was a safe time, it’s now. “Would you like me to go bare?”
Her eyes flare with surprise. “No condom?”
“I’m safe, and I know you are too.”
“I could feel all of you?” she whispers.
I nod and stroke her cheek. “And I’ll feel all of you.”
“I want that.” She licks her lips. “I—yes, I want that.”
“If you change your mind, or you get nervous, you tell me, and we’ll stop and I’ll put a condom on, okay, kitten?”
“Okay, but I won’t change my mind.”
I fit myself between her thighs. “I’ll bring you right to the edge, kitten.” I roll my hips, shaft rubbing against her clit. “And right when you’re just about to come, I’ll fill you up so I can feel you squeeze my cock. No barriers.”
“Oh God.” Her nails dig into my shoulders.
I adjust her right leg, hooking under her knee to draw it up and tuck it against my ribs as I move over her.
“You’re so soft and wet.” I roll my hips again. “So perfect.”
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
“Right where I want you.” I curve one hand against her cheek, holding her gaze as I push inside.
She moans, the sound primal and needy as I fill her, body quaking as she spasms around me.
Sensation threatens to pull me under and fray my control. “God, you feel so fucking good, Tallulah.” My hips press her into the mattress. “Warm and soft and mine,” I growl.
“Yours.” She threads her hands through my hair, gripping tightly. “It’s so intense.”
Her head kicks back when I stay deep and roll my hips.
“Look at me. I want your eyes on mine,” I demand.
Her hazy gaze returns to me.
“Good girl.”
She shudders and I grin.
“Do you like being my good girl, Tally?” I pull out to the ridge. “My sweet little kitten.”
I slide back in, and she clenches around me on a moan. “Yes, oh God.”
“Me, too.” I bite the edge of her jaw as I start a slow, steady rhythm. “But I like it best when you want to be dirty with me.”
Her eyes flare and she trembles, coming violently. I focus on her glassy, lust-drenched gaze and fight the desire to just fuck into her, to get as deep as possible.
“So fucking beautiful when you’re milking my cock,” I growl in her ear.
“I can’t stop.” She rakes her nails down my back. “Oh fuck, I can’t—”
She keeps coming, wave after wave of sensation sweeping through her. No one else will ever have this part of her but me.
I fold back on my knees and grip her hips.
“Oh, my sweet hell.” Tally props herself up on her elbows, eyebrows pulled together, eyes wide with shock. The insides of her thighs are slick with blood and cum.
“I have to pull out now, kitten,” I warn, pumping into her one last time before I leave the blissful warmth of her body and fist my cock.