Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
His lips curve in amusement. “You were wanting me over sooner?”
I say nothing.
“You were wanting me,” he says, too pleased.
“Shut up,” I mutter.
His smile grows into a full-blown smirk. “I did what you wanted, but you were horny and wanting me, and also annoyed I didn’t show up right away to eat your sweet, sweet pussy?”
Now he’s just gloating. “I admitted I was being silly.”
He brandishes his phone, miming typing. “You could have texted. Corbin, get your mouth over here.”
I huff. “I was honest and admitted I was sad when I thought you weren’t coming, and now you’re making fun of me.”
He arches a brow, giving me the most satisfied look ever. “You were sad that you weren’t coming on my tongue.” Setting the phone on a nightstand, he tugs down the blanket. “Spread those thighs, Mabel. I’m a man of my word.”
“Jerk,” I mutter, but I’m pushing the covers the rest of the way.
“Say that when you’re fucking my tongue.” His grin turns wicked. “Better yet. Why don’t you just sit on my face? That’ll remind you that you have the power to summon me.” He leans closer, that campfire-and-lake scent seducing me. “You have all the power to text me and tell me to come over and fuck you with my tongue. And I will come running.”
A hot spark shoots down my chest. “I felt foolish for wondering if you were coming,” I admit.
Brushing his lips to mine in a soft kiss, he whispers, “You’re not foolish for wanting me. I fucking love that you wanted me so much you spiraled.”
I swat his arm.
He grins some more. “Yes, Firecracker. Put all that energy into sitting on my face. Now.”
He tugs off my shorts, yanks off my panties, and shifts me over on the bed, making room. After he flops down, he positions me so I’m straddling his shoulders. “I want to taste how horny you are. I want to see how worked up you are. Give me that sweet pussy now.”
I give in, sinking down onto his eager mouth. The sounds we both make should be illegal. His groan is craven. Mine is desperate.
I press my hands against the wall, and I don’t waste time. I rock against his mouth, his tongue, his scruff. I seek just the right angle, the right friction.
He laps me up, his tongue licking a hungry line up and down, his lips clamping on my swollen clit, his mouth devouring me.
It’s filthy, the noises he makes. It’s wanton, the way his hands grip my hips.
Rocking back and forth, I ride his gorgeous face with an after-dark abandon, like I wanted to do in my dream. Like I’ve wanted to do since I mentioned him coming over in the middle of the night.
My thighs shake. My belly tightens. My hands scrabble at the wall.
He stops, pushes me a couple inches off his face. I whimper. “Jerk.”
“Use your words, Mabel. Tell me how much you wanted me to come over. Fuck my face and tell me how desperately you needed my tongue.” His eyes are fierce, his need evident in the set of his jaw, his face wet with me. He doesn’t lower me yet.
“I wanted you so badly,” I confess.
“How badly?” He keeps me hovering above him.
“So badly I’m aching.”
His eyes swing to my center, then back to my face. “And so fucking wet.”
“Do something about it.”
“Oh, I will. I definitely will.” He drags me back down to his mouth.
Apparently, I’ve earned the right to fuck his face again. But I don’t want to lose it, so I narrate as I rock. “I wanted you to wake me up with your tongue.”
A groan, chased by a hungry lick is my reward.
“I wanted you to devour me.”
A suck on my clit. Then a growl.
“I wanted to come on your face,” I pant out.
He smacks my ass with his hand.
I yelp, but it transforms into a moan as pleasure coils in me.
He smacks me again, this time on the other cheek. Sparks burst behind my eyes.
I’m this close.
One more smack, and I shudder, falling apart on his face, coming ridiculously hard. My cries bounce off the walls. The pleasure spreads to my every cell.
It takes me ages to come down from this orgasm. I’m so blissed out I barely register the sounds he’s making. The unzip of his jeans. The rustle of fabric.
I ease off him, and he’s jerking his cock. He’s that turned on he’s shuttling his fist up and down.
“Who’s the horny one now?” I taunt.
“I’m so fucking turned on by you. I always am,” he bites out, his fist flying.
He’s not playing around. But neither am I.
“Finish in me. On me. Anywhere,” I offer, desperate. “I have an IUD. And I’m negative.”
“Negative too.”
I take the wheel, climbing on him, sinking down on his cock. I’m so wet he fills me in less than a second, and I revel in the feel of him.