Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“I’ll take my time, and we’ll only go as far as you want,” he murmurs, voice soft and gentle. “You say the word, and everything stops.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I admit. “I’d like to go back to not fighting.”
“I’d like that too.” His voice is deeper than usual. It sends a shiver down my spine.
I nod then realize he’s probably waiting for my words. “And maybe your kisses could go a little lower.”
He hasn’t stopped mapping my curves with his hands, roaming across my body like he owns it now. He always has. “Sweetheart, are you asking me to lick your pussy?”
I whimper. I didn’t expect him to say those words. I mean, he says the filthiest things in my fantasies, and I always say them back. But what’s happening here between us is a hundred times better than any fantasy I’ve ever had of him. I shift my legs, spreading my thighs in an invitation. “Please.”
He puts his hand on my shirt, stroking the top button. “First, you have to get out of these clothes.”
I’ve never been naked with a man before, and I expected to be nervous. But I’m not. Because Bronco makes me feel safe in a way that I don’t want to examine too deeply.
I unbutton my shirt slowly, not sure which one of us I’m teasing. Then I shrug out of it, and suddenly, I’m aware that I’m sitting in his lap in only my bra. I reach behind myself and unfasten the clasp. Cold air whispers against my skin, and my nipples pebble in the air-conditioned room.
“So beautiful, just like I knew they would be,” Bronco says. He presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder while the other hand reaches for my breast. It fills his hand, and he makes a soft rumble of approval. “You’re so damn irresistible.”
His words give me the confidence I need to reach for the button of my blue jeans. He helps me shimmy out of the material, tugging it down so it doesn’t hurt my injured leg. His gaze snags on my ankle. For a moment, I’m afraid he’s going to think I’m too injured to carry on. So, I remind him of what he said, “You promised to lick my pussy, cowboy.”
His gaze snaps to mine instantly. “A cowboy always delivers on his word. Now, stretch out like a good girl. Let me take care of your needy little pussy.”
When I’ve stretched across the cushions, clad only in my panties, he positions his body over me. His lips find mine, and he’s kissing me. He kisses me like he talks to me. It’s all about feral need, and I love it. I love the idea that I could be his.
When he finally lifts his head long enough to let me dizzily drink in a few gasps of oxygen, he doesn’t stop kissing me. He keeps pressing his lips to my jaw then down my neck. His beard tickles me with each gentle nuzzle.
He massages my breasts, tugging on my nipples and licking them until I think I’ll go insane from need. Every caress and every touch is making the fire below burn even brighter.
By the time he reaches for the waistband of my panties and pulls them down, my legs fall open for his gaze. “You’re everything.”
Tears prick at my eyes. I’m not sure what he sees in me, but I’m not arguing with the man who’s currently spreading my glistening lips.
“Can’t wait to taste this cream,” he says before he licks my slit.
I buck up against his face instantly. It’s so good. I can’t believe I’ve never had this experience before. But I know it’s about more than just the physical. He makes me feel seen. Known. Wanted.
He puts his arm over my hips to hold me in place, then goes back to eating me out. He makes growls of approval as he laps at me, as if he’s enjoying the best meal he’s had in years. The sounds he’s making are arousing and obscene at the same time.
But it’s when he circles my clit with his tongue that my eyes flutter closed. I’ve never felt anything like this moment with him. I always thought it was a thing in romance books and movies. I didn’t realize that having my brother’s best friend eat me out would become my new favorite thing.
I can barely think as he lavishes all his attention on that tiny bud. I clutch at the cushions beneath me, desperately riding out the most intense orgasm of my life.
He doesn’t stop as I gasp out his name. He just keeps eating me like he’s never going to stop. Like giving me pleasure is now his one and only mission in life. Can’t say I’m going to complain about that.
When he’s eaten me through two orgasms, he kisses his way back up my body and stares down at me. His beard is a wet mess and his pupils are blown wide. His jean-clad bulge rests heavy against my hip. But he doesn’t look like there’s anything else he’d rather be doing as he studies me.