Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
I shiver, snuggling into him. “Not a clue. Tell me more.”
An easy chuckle vibrates against my neck as he nuzzles it. “How about I show you?”
Those talented hands of his sneak beneath the down quilt to find the hem of my nightshirt.
“I don’t know,” I whisper at his ear. “Our parents are here.” I suck the tender lobe, knowing he’ll shudder in pleasure.
“I can be quiet.” Gently he eases my shirt upward, slides his hand under my panties. “Can you?”
My breath hitches. He’s too good at this, circling and stroking just enough to make me hot. Not enough to get me off. The perfect tease. Liquid pleasure flows like molten gold through my veins. Shivery rivers of desire run along my skin.
August’s mouth finds mine. We kiss soft, slow, hard, deep, exchanging breaths that become more agitated and needy. All the while he slowly fingers my clit, his movements hampered by the tightness of my panties. Whimpering, I lift my hips in entreaty. I feel him smile against my lips.
“You want it,” he whispers.
“Yes.” There’s no hesitation now.
A nip on my lower lip. “You gonna be a good girl and stay silent?”
I’m panting now, breasts swollen and hot, rubbing against the shirt bunched around me, rubbing against his hard chest. Washes of balmy heat flow over me.
“I’ll be the best girl,” I plead, clutching his neck, pulling him closer.
August grunts, dragging my panties down with rough uncoordinated moves. When they’re around my ankles, I kick them away, and he rolls in between my spread thighs. His mouth captures mine with quiet desperation, then he’s yanking my shirt free. Our struggles are silent but for the rustling of the covers and the panting of our breath. He dips down, sucks an aching nipple in deep. I bite my lip, my hands tangling in his damp hair.
His gaze finds mine as his cock sinks into me. I feel it with my whole body. Every time. The thick, stiff invasion that seems to push so deep I must bear down, push back. Every time. When I whimper and writhe, he gentles me with kisses, sweet murmurs as he begins to thrust that big dick I love so much. In. Out.
“There you go,” he whispers, working me. “You’re doing so good, being so quiet for me.”
The low encouragement makes me clench with deep pulses of heat. Here, in this moment, I’ll do whatever he asks of me and beg for more. Our gazes lock as we take each other. The look in his eyes, molten silver beneath lowered lids, as if he’s burning for me. As if I’m his world. My belly clenches so tightly it’s almost painful.
August. I mouth his name, unable to speak. But he hears it.
As if weak with lust, his head dips, our mouths brushing, exchanging air as his thrusts go harder, deeper. “Pen.” He shivers, rotates his hips in that small urgent circle that makes me whine with need.
“I’m not going to last.” Breath catches in my throat. “You’re so . . .”
“You’re taking me so well.” He adjusts his angle, finding a spot that feels so good, I sob into his panting mouth.
“Shhhh . . .” he says.
Thick slabs of muscle tremble along his back. I slide my hands down to the hard rise of his ass and squeeze. It’s his turn to moan, tilting his head so he can bury it in the curve of my neck. We’re torturing each other now, and I love it. His teeth sink oh so gently into the meat of my neck, and his hand moves to cup my breast. I’m close, so close. I know he is too. He’s becoming messy with it, using short, brutal thrusts. I love this part.
And when he finds my nipple and plucks it, I break apart.
He holds me there, letting me shake and come, my lips pressed to his shoulder to keep it in. A moment later, he follows me, and it’s my turn to hold him close.
We stay like that for a while. Until the sounds of the house waking, our family talking and fixing breakfast, makes us stir.
Slowly, as if he’s lost all strength, August eases to the side, slipping free. He gathers me close and sets my head on his damp shoulder where his heart thrums against his chest. Gentle hands stroke my hair.
When he speaks, it almost sounds overloud in the contented quiet. “I had every intention of taking my time with you. But you were too soft and delicious. And my will is weak.”
“Hmm.” I nuzzle the small oval of his nipple. “We’ll just have to try again later.”
August clutches the mass of my hair and turns toward me. “I vote for now.”
“There’s that stamina I love so much.”
He pauses, gaze colliding with mine. His expression is strange, piercing but also hesitant. “Do you?”