Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Roughly sliding my tongue back inside doesn’t only receive a sharp gasp but the collapsing of her torso into a more comfortable position.
Vibrations easily begin not far from where I am, instructing me on what to do.
Where to focus.
The sauce to get lost in.
And goaliesunited it’s the best shit I’ve been on my knees for.
Light circles being continuously delivered to her clit convince me to match the pace but not the pressure.
Diving deeper and deeper and harder on every press, rocks her frame forward, so I yank it back.
By the cheeks.
By the hips.
By the thighs.
I keep control of the play by adding to the trembles the toy is creating.
Sliding the very tip of my tongue to where it’s rubbing.
Spinning it in the opposite direction to create carnal confusion.
Need.
Sounds of her nails clawing at the sheets alongside her heavier and heavier moaning have me smiling.
Dragging my tongue back towards her entrance.
Dipping once inside before slithering further upward to her other hole.
Instantly feeling her frame tense is expected just as much as the vocal objection that leaps past her lips, “N-” One long, lascivious lick completely severs the protest while a second rewrites it into something else entirely. “Thirty-five…”
“See,” I arrogantly chortle, words cascading down her crack, “you do know my number.”
Lazily whirling my tongue around the taut territory twice precedes me languorously sliding back between her sopping wet lips to the tremoring muscles, anxiously waiting for more attention.
Gilly warmly welcomes the return by rocking back.
Bumping her cheeks into mine.
Swiveling her figure to match my savage swiping.
And the instant she senses I may snake back up to tease her ass a second time, she stretches her arm behind her to grab a fistful of my hair to ensure I stay right where I am.
Her brazen behavior spurs my mouth to move faster.
Lick and suck and suck and spin and slip out to aid her toy in its ceaseless rubbing.
Juices callously coat my cheeks and chin.
Continuously drip down my nose and neck.
Tugs of my hair start to match the buckling of her body pushing mine to throw itself into every tongue thrust, every swipe, every twitch until the most divine sound in existence begins reverberating off the walls.
A sound so fucking heavenly there’s no denying I owe God a favor for granting me permission to hear it.
To be the reason for it.
“Thayneeeeeee!” Feral scratching of my scalp is attached to even more euphoric moaning. “Yesss!Yesss!Dontstop!Pleasedontstop!” Hearing her breath hitch makes not being able to breathe that much more worth it. “Thaynnneeeee!”
My name.
My number.
My Slayer.
All on our official first date.
Like our family saying goes…when you know…you know.
Whether that’s about recipes or properties or work or death or love.
Your soul knows.
You just gotta trust it.
And I sure as hell trust mine.
Gillian Blanc is meant for me.
I just hope she knows how to trust hers too.
Chapter 7
Gillian
Light nose nuzzles against my bare shoulder summon a soft moan of acknowledgement from behind my closed lips.
I honestly can’t believe he stayed the night.
I honestly can’t believe he stayed the night and slept beside me naked.
Naked despite the fact we didn’t have sex.
Not that I didn’t want it.
Like a peppermint mocha in the middle of December or a coconut cold brew on the first day of June, I absolutely fucking wanted it.
But he insisted otherwise, which I obviously took supppperrrrr well by trying to pull away from him and out of the moment and out of the situation completely.
Thayne wasn’t having that though.
The more he could see me internalizing what I viewed to be rejection, the more he reassured me it was about timing.
That he didn’t want me to regret flying through a whole season between the sheets in one night.
That he wanted it to mark the start of something real and meaningful and lifechanging versus something I could easily pass off as simple touch starvation.
And that’s a real thing!
People do all sorts of crazed and impulsive things when they’re starving for connection – physical, emotional, mental – and Thayne was adamant about proving that’s not what was happening between us.
Whatever we’re brewing is Tina Turner deep.
His words.
The arm draped across my stomach possessively flexes at the same time a kiss lovingly lands near the nape of my neck. “Mornin’, Gillybean.”
Another tender press presents itself against my skin next to the first prompting me to airily coo in return, “Good morning, Jukes.”
“It definitely is if I get to wake up next to you,” he proclaims, hold tightening once more as his swollen cock casually brushes itself along the curve of my ass cheeks. “All of me thinks so, Slayer.”
Calling me Slayer – the proper term given to Dalvegan Dragon’s wives and long-term girlfriends – is something that should probably receive a whistle.
Be called a penalty.
It’s not a flirty little label like rocket or sniper or stud summoner.
It’s one filled with purpose and stronger meaning and very clear intentions.