Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
The intensity in his eyes makes it impossible to look away, impossible to hide. "Your mouth," I admit. "Your tongue on my pussy. Your hands. The way they grab my tits. The way your cock feels inside me."
Legion's smile is pure sin. "Show me your tits," he commands, his fingers still working between my legs.
I reach down and pull my dress up higher, exposing my breasts to the open air. Legion's eyes darken as he takes in the sight, his fingers momentarily stilling inside me.
"Fuck, you're so perfect," he groans, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat of his tongue sends lightning through my body. I arch up, pressing myself more firmly against his mouth as his fingers resume their rhythm inside me. He sucks hard, then releases my nipple, moving to the other one, giving it the same attention.
"Legion," I gasp, my hands clutching at his shoulders. "Please."
He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine again. "Please what, princess?" he asks, curling his fingers in that way that makes me see stars. "Tell me what you need."
"You," I manage, my voice breaking as his thumb presses harder against my clit. "Inside me. Now."
Legion shakes his head slowly, his fingers continuing their relentless pace. "Not yet. I want to watch you come apart for me first."
His mouth returns to my breast, teeth grazing my nipple as his fingers thrust deeper. The dual sensation is overwhelming, pleasure building at the base of my spine like a gathering storm.
"That's it," he murmurs against my skin. "Let go for me, baby."
I'm close, so close, my body trembling on the edge. Legion senses it, his fingers moving faster, harder, his mouth hot and demanding on my breast.
"Legion," I cry out, my back arching as the first waves of pleasure crash through me. "Oh God, Legion!"
He doesn't slow down, working me through the orgasm, drawing it out until I'm shaking and incoherent beneath him. Only then does he withdraw his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste me as I watch through half-lidded eyes.
"Fucking delicious," he says, his voice thick with need. “Ready for more?”
CHAPTER 8
I stand up so I can see her properly. Savannah is breathing hard, all stretched out on the blanket with her legs open and her dress pulled up to her chin. It’s a dirty fuckin’ pose, but the sunlight catches on the sweat beading on her skin, turning her into somethin’ golden.
"Take off the dress," I tell her, my voice thick with everything I'm trying not to say. "Do it slow, so I can enjoy it."
Savannah smiles, that same goddamn smile that's been haunting me since I was fourteen. Not the perfect Ashby heiress smile she gives to cameras, but the one that lives in the corners of her mouth when she knows she's got me by the throat.
"Yes, sir," she whispers, drawing out the words like she's tasting them.
She sits up, angling her legs into a side pose, her hair falling across her shoulders in waves. The movement shifts her breasts, and I clench my fists at my sides to keep from grabbing her. Patience has never been my strong suit, but with Savannah, I've learned to savor the wait.
Her fingers find the bunched fabric at her neck. She slides the dress up, inch by slow inch, revealing her face like she's emerging from water. When it's off, she shakes out her hair, letting it fall wild around her shoulders.
"Better?" she asks, tossing the dress aside.
"Much."
Then she does something that stops my breath. She looks right at me, those blue eyes burning into mine, and slowly spreads her legs open. The pink flesh between her thighs glistens wet, already slick for me. I swallow hard at the sight, transfixed by that perfect V, the soft folds parting like she's offering up a secret only I'm allowed to know.
She doesn't look away, doesn't blink, just holds my gaze.
My cock goes rock hard instantly, straining against my jeans. Blood rushes south so fast I feel dizzy with it. I want her so fucking bad my hands shake when I reach for my belt buckle. The metal clinks as I work it open, then pop the button on my jeans. I lower the zipper tooth by tooth, watching her watch me.
For a moment, I stand over her, letting her eyes linger on the bulge beneath my jeans. Her lips part slightly, her tongue darting out to wet them. I watch her watching me, savoring the hunger in her eyes.
My hand trembles slightly as I pull my cock free, wrapping my fingers around the base. I begin to stroke slowly, deliberately, from root to tip, letting her see exactly what she does to me.
Savannah watches me as I jerk off, her eyes following every stroke, every twist of my wrist with a hunger that burns hotter than the summer air around us. Her gaze tracks the movement of my hand with such raw intensity it feels like she's memorizing every detail. The way she looks at me—like I'm something sacred and sinful all at once—makes my cock throb harder in my grip.