Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 113270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
His mouth claims mine before I can respond, a kiss that’s both greedy and unhurried. His hand cups the back of my neck, keeping me right where he wants me, while the other slides to my waist, pulling me flush against him. He makes me feel small and delicate—two things I’ve purposely avoided as labels because they don’t lend themselves to being a boss bitch who takes charge.
I sink into it, into him, into the way his body presses me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. He doesn’t break the kiss as he lowers me down, bracing his weight carefully to keep from crushing me, but making sure I feel the strength behind every movement.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, desperate, hungry, while he trails his lips down my jaw, my throat, and they leave fire in their wake. He murmurs something against my skin, a rough sound that could be my name, could be a curse, could be both.
I’ve never felt more wanted.
He removes my clothes slowly, starting with my sweater and my bra and finishing with my socks and jeans and panties. Contextually, I expect him to remove his clothes too, but he doesn’t.
His focus is kissing me. Everywhere.
My breasts. My stomach. My inner thighs. His lips and mouth and tongue touch every square inch of my body before pausing to hover over the apex of my thighs. I’m wet. Drenched. Insanely aroused. And he doesn’t take the invitation lightly.
I arch my back, and my soft moans echo against the walls of his bedroom as his lips feast on my pussy.
In this moment, time is a construct I can’t understand. Awareness is a myth, and the only thing happening on this big spinning rock is what Tad is doing—how good it’s making me feel and the way my body is strung tight like a bow as the intense pressure of my impending climax builds.
I weave my hands into his hair, gripping the silky strands tightly. “Tad,” I urge, desperate for something. For what, I don’t know, but I need something. I need to come, or I need him to put his cock inside me, or I need both to happen at the same time. I need more.
“Tad,” I pant again.
“Ah, ah,” he says, and I actually feel his smile against my pussy. “I’m not stopping until you come on my tongue.”
I moan.
“Be a good girl, Breezy. Be a good girl and come on my tongue.”
His words are my undoing. My eyes roll back in my head and my spine curves off the bed, and Tad keeps on licking and sucking and eating at me during each intense wave as my climax barrels through me like a freight train.
I’m still coming down from my high, but I feel him move away from my body, and an ache takes hold.
“N-no,” I mutter, but when I find the strength to open my eyes to tell him I need more, I find Tad standing before me, completely naked now. Fuck, he’s a beautiful specimen of a man. He’s strong and lean and muscular. And his cock is swollen and hard in a way that has it jutting out from his body.
He wants me. That much is clear. But I want him too. Right now, I want all of him.
I move myself toward him and wrap my mouth around his cock.
He lets out half a moan and half a groan. “Fuck.”
He’s hard as stone but soft as silk against my tongue. He’s big and swollen, and I can’t fit all of him in my mouth, but goodness, sucking him deep is only awakening more arousal inside my body.
“You’re such a good girl, Breezy,” he tells me, and I don’t know why that’s such a freaking turn-on, but it is. Maybe I have daddy issues. Maybe I’ve spent too much time avoiding men. Or maybe the feminine side of me finally has the freedom to exist.
I want him to finish inside my mouth, but he has other plans.
Gently but firmly, he moves me back to the bed, grabs my thighs, and spreads them wide. His cock is poised at my entrance, and I don’t know when he managed to get a condom on, but I don’t care. I’m fucking mesmerized by the sight of him.
I’m entranced by the way his muscles flex and curl as he rubs the tip of his cock across my clit.
“What do you want, Breezy?” he asks, and his voice is raspy and deep and guttural. He doesn’t hide the fact that he’s using every ounce of willpower he has to hold himself back.
I’m high off all of it.
“I want your cock inside me.”
He complies with a deep and hard thrust, and I feel so full it makes my eyes water in the best way.
“Fuck,” he mutters as he continues to drive himself inside me. His hands still grip my thighs, spreading them wide, and his eyes flit between my face and where his cock is sliding in and out of my pussy. “You’re perfect, Breezy.”