Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 32231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
She arches and moans, my fingers sliding deeper until the passage tightens—and I know no one else has been here. My cock throbs, anticipation curling inside me as I think of coating her warm womb with our future offspring.
“I’m a very possessive man, Ember, but I make sure I take care of what’s mine.”
She meets my eyes, nodding fiercely, then gives up another moan as my fingers hunt for another release.
“Already, I think you’ve achieved your goal.”
“Sweet Ember, you have no idea how much I want to ruin you.”
The scent of her is all over me—smoke and sweat and something sweeter I can’t name.
“I should be mad at you,” she gasps as another orgasm builds inside of her.
“You were.”
“I still am.”
“You’ll get over it.”
Her nails scrape lightly over my chest. “You scared me.”
I press a kiss to her neck and suck. “You brought me back.”
She shifts, eyes searching mine. “I’m not a damsel. I’m not someone you rescue once and then forget.”
I smirk. “Never.”
Her smile is small. “You say the sweetest things, Walker.”
“It’s true.”
“Is this...real?”
I grip her chin, hold her gaze. “You tell me.”
She nods once.
And for the first time in my entire damn life, I feel like maybe I’ve finally found happiness I thought wasn’t mine to want.
With Ember, I feel like I’m home.
Chapter Eleven
Ember
I had no idea an orgasm could feel this way. Clay's hands and mouth are made for pleasuring my body. His tongue goes back to lashing at my clit. His licks are long and deep. I feel inflamed until the build up in my body is so strong that I have no idea what's happening–my back is arching and my limbs are uncontrollably shaking.
"I can't get enough of this sweet pussy, baby. It's better than any dessert I've ever tasted. You're so sweet and tight. I'm worried that my cock is going to tear you apart," he says as he continues to work circles around my swollen folds with his thumb, keeping my body in a continuous hum.
"I want to taste you." The words ring from my lips and it's shocking to both Clay and me. He just smiles a sly smile and brings his index and middle fingers to my lips.
"Suck," he demands. I open my mouth and he places his fingers at the tip of my lip. He pushes the fingers further and I almost gag with the impact.
"Baby, if you're gagging on my fingers, there is no way you can handle my cock," he whispers at my ears while moving his fingers in and out of my mouth. I'm so turned on from the simple dirty act that I think I'm going to go insane. I never thought such lewd behavior would turn me on but it's driving me wild. I can taste his arousal mixed with mine and the concoction is intoxicating.
His beautiful cock twitches between my thighs. He’s huge, beyond huge. His dick heavy and bobbing between his thighs, sights set squarely on me.
I didn't even think human males could have a dick that large.
"Whoa," slips out of my mouth. "Clay, there is no way you're going to fit!" Fear now courses through my body.
"Oh baby, don't worry we'll take it nice and slow. We'll make me fit."
"This is going to hurt," I whisper.
"Only in a good way baby, only in a good way. I’m a sucker for you,” he murmurs, leaning down to cage me with his arms. His palm slips along the underside of my exposed arm.
His teeth catch the edge of my lip, grazing the soft flesh as he pulls away, the length of his cock settling squarely on my bare tummy.
“He’s all yours,” he rasps.
I lick my lips, leaning forward to cradle his heavy, cum-filled balls in my palm. My free hand drifts to the base of his cock, sending a shudder rippling through every muscle before the tip of my tongue darts out and flicks the swollen head of his dick. He grunts, thrusting a hand into my hair instantly because he needs the connection.
His touch singes my blood with fire, my reaction uncontrollable. “Incredible. Just one small touch from you sends me through the roof,” he growls.
I can't help but grin, feeling a sense of power and pride. “I like that I can do that to you.”
“I like that you can do that to me too,” he murmurs, sliding a calloused thumb across my hairline. “You look even prettier than I imagine when you kiss my dick.”
My cheeks flush pink, just the way he loves.
Before I can say another word, I bend forward, kissing the head of his cock again, then swirling my deft little tongue across the ridge.
“That’s it, baby, you’re so beautiful it drives me crazy,” he groans, pushing one hand down the curve of my spine, drinking in my silky skin with greedy palms. “You haven’t had enough orgasms yet.” He slips his other hand between my thighs. “Don’t stop sucking. No matter what.”