Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
When his mouth finally presses against the sensitive skin just below my navel, I arch off the bed with a soft cry. He doesn’t linger—just one perfect, devastating kiss before he’s gone again, leaving me aching and desperate for more.
“Please,” I breathe, greedily.
No answer from him, though. Just a kiss to my inner thigh that makes my pussy clench, and then a gentle bite on my left breast, before he laves the spot with his tongue, soothing me.
I moan shamelessly.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, as if telling me a secret. “I need to see more of you, okay?”
My nod is quick and sharp, and a half second later, he pulls off my bikini bottoms. “Oh yeah,” he whispers. “More, baby. Spread your legs.” Two urgent hands land on my thighs, and he guides my knees apart. “Fuck. So beautiful.”
It’s wild lying here in my private darkness, while he examines me in the afternoon daylight. Suddenly, it’s very hard to hold still. I feel his gaze like a laser, and my nipples harden in response.
I’m shameless. Yet a little bit helpless. I feel brazen and also vulnerable, but only up to a point, because Eric makes a somewhat helpless sound himself, before wetly kissing the juncture of my thighs. “Dying here,” he says, and I feel his breath against my core. “I have to taste you…”
I let out a hot breath.
“But I think I’ll wait.”
My groan is more frustration than not.
A soft chuckle. And then another series of those teasing kisses. Knee. Hip. Nipple. I feel myself flood with desire, and I have to arch my back, looking for relief. But all I get is a hot kiss to my armpit. Then a wet kiss to my neck that makes my nipples ache.
“You should have told me…” he whispers. “How hot we’d be. You should see me—hard like a fence post. Here, I’ll show you.” The mattress dips as he lowers his body over mine. And it’s almost overwhelming when I feel the hard length of him slide against my pussy.
I’m so wet, and we both groan. My arms flex against their restraints as I instinctively try to reach for him.
“Nope,” he says with a chuckle. “I’m not done making my point.” And at that, he sinks his hips against mine and lavishes my neck with more of his ravishing kisses. The weight of his body is a lot, but somehow not enough. I’m really shameless now—straining against him, looking for more friction.
He shuts that down immediately—lifting his hips and rising onto all fours, I think. I’m trying to get my bearings when his mouth lands on mine, sweet and wild. His tongue sliding against my own. The click of our teeth as I practically lunge for him. The ache I feel for him is fierce and bright and all-consuming.
I want him in all the ways there are to want him. The craving is a million times worse than it ever was, though. Now that I know how it really feels to be on the receiving end of Eric Tremaine’s sexual tractor beam.
Our kisses go on and on. When he backs off, I let out a frustrated little sob.
“I know,” he says softly. “I’m in the same state. You want to see?”
“Yes,” I practically shout.
With a chuckle, he flicks the blindfold up and off my eyes. I get a good look at him as he sits back on his haunches, gloriously naked and stroking his cock. His chest is flushed, and so are his cheeks. His eyes are dark with lust as he slowly fucks his own hand. “This,” he says, with a grimace. “This is all your fault, Kendrick. I need…”
“What?”
He lets go of himself to slide a hand between my legs. “You sore from last night?” he asks. “Tell the truth.”
I can’t answer right away, because his fingers slide against me in a way that steals my breath. “J-just a little,” I practically whimper. “But it’s fine.”
He gives me a wicked smile. “You’re on the injured list, then. But only for one game.”
“But…”
He removes his hand, though, and I let out another little sob of dissatisfaction. Then? He uses his slicked-up fingers to grip himself. “Watch, honey. This is your punishment.” His fist flies down his length and then back up again.
“I could…” I try to speak, my eyes fixed on the outrageous sight of Eric pleasuring himself. “Give me…”
“No need,” he says with gritted teeth. “I just want… Can I make a mess on you?”
My whole body clenches with need. “Y-yes. Do it.”
Eric groans. The flush on his face darkens to something dangerous, and the hungry snarl on his face is fascinating to me. Then he smacks a hand down onto the sheet and growls as he comes all over my chest.
My whole body is on fire. The only sounds in the room are my rough swallow and his heavy breathing.