Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
He used both hands on her nipples, tugging and rolling the hard little peaks. She had great nipples, and she was very sensitive, meaning she had a direct line from her nipples to her clit. Each time he had initiated rough play, she had gotten slick for him, going so far as to moan his name. He wanted that right there.
He bent his head to the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder, sinking his teeth to give her that bite of pain she craved. “Brought you jewelry, baby,” he whispered. “Something a little new. You’re going to like this.”
She started to turn into him as he pushed aside the edge of the flannel shirt so he could easily access her breast.
“Hold still, Lyric. You’ll like this.”
“Anyone can see.” She whispered it to him like she was confessing a sin.
“Look around, Wildfire. We’re the tamest couple in this circle. No one is paying attention to us; they’re too busy having their own fun.”
He was tempted to order her to get her nipples ready for the jewelry, but he was already pushing her, and he wanted this to be a positive, pleasurable experience, so he massaged and kneaded her breast and then pinched and tugged on her nipple until it was a tight bead. She gave him his name on a soft moan, the one he craved hearing. He did the same to her left breast, taking his time, giving it loving attention before he clamped her.
“Love looking at you with my jewels on you. Someday, I’d like you to dance for me in our backyard wearing clamps and chains around your hips. Maybe a clit clamp.” He kissed the back of her neck and stroked his knuckles down her stomach.
“I don’t even know what that is.”
Bog. His woman. So fucking innocent. “You will, Wildfire, and you’ll love it.”
He didn’t close the edges of the flannel shirt as he once more sank back in the chair, taking her with him. Relaxing for a moment, allowing her body to adjust, to feel. He wanted every single nerve ending alive for her.
Keys caught Lyric’s hand in his and slid her palm up the inside of her thigh. He had spread her legs simply by spreading his. Heat came off her little pussy in waves. His cock hardened even more. He took a sip of beer and gathered two of her fingers in his, guiding them to her entrance.
His tongue flicked out and touched her ear, but otherwise, he didn’t appear to pay her any attention. He kept his gaze sweeping the yard, but he curled those two fingers into her pussy and began fucking her with them. Slow. Easy. Thorough. Her breath caught, but she was Lyric. She didn’t pull away and her pussy got hotter.
Keys dragged her hand up to her lips. “Open.”
She did, and he pushed her fingers into her mouth. He leaned in while she sucked them clean. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” he whispered, meaning it, and caught her earlobe between his teeth. Then he pulled her head back and took her mouth, drunk on the taste of her. He loved the way she tasted. He could spend hours devouring her. He was as addicted to eating her out as he was to fucking her.
He slid their fingers, threaded together, up the inside of her thigh. Stroking. Taking their hands right to her entrance, where she pulsed and throbbed and even pushed subconsciously toward their fingers. He let that heat grow while he took another sip of beer. Then he pushed into her again, this time aggressively. He fucked her with her fingers and then his own. Circled her clit and tapped it hard, flicking with his finger and thumb.
She moved her hips into him, and he immediately pulled their hands free and brought them to his mouth. “Feed me, baby. I’m hungry.”
She blinked up at him with her long lashes and gorgeous green eyes. When she was in a state of pure lust, her eyes looked like twin emeralds. Of her own accord, she slid her hand down to her pussy and used her fingers to collect the treasure he loved so much. When she brought her fingers to his lips, he closed his mouth around them and sucked. She hadn’t seemed to notice her shirt was completely open, and every time she moved, the nipple clamps jingled.
Her taste. He would never get enough of her no matter how long the two of them lived. “If I don’t tell you later, thank you for giving this to me, Wildfire.” He meant it. If she had never been able to get this far with him, he would still feel he was the luckiest man in the world, but her giving this to him, trying for him, made him feel as if she really did love him. Really did want him. Maybe would stay.