Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Thank fuck for that. But he was getting the feeling that she wasn’t as experienced as he originally thought.
In one way, he was damn happy about that, in another…he worried.
He was a lot to take, especially when falling into slick pussy, and he didn’t want to overwhelm her.
If he did his normal thing, he could easily dominate her and not be aware he was doing so. Most of the women he’d been with—and there’d been a fuckload of them—could handle him, but he was starting to doubt Lyric could, despite his plan to take it slow and careful.
He cupped her tits and drew the pads of his thumbs over the pebbled tips. They were small, like her, but fit her frame perfectly, like they did his palms. They’d also fit perfectly in his mouth.
He needed her on the bed so he could wrap his lips around her nipples.
At least to start.
Goosebumps marred her smooth skin as he traced along both collarbones. Musical notes were tattooed along each side.
He remembered when she got them but couldn’t recall what they meant.
“What song?”
“It’s a musical cryptogram.”
He had no fucking clue what that was and he wasn’t about to ask and sound like an idiot. Luckily, he didn’t have to.
“It’s a message, not a song,” she clarified.
“What’s the message?”
“It would take some decoding, but it says, ‘If you want something said, ask a man; if you want something done, ask a woman.’”
What the fuck? “No fuckin’ way it says all that.”
Her lips curved up slightly. “You’re right. That’s not what it says. It says, ‘When someone says you can’t, prove them wrong.’”
“Who the fuck told you can’t do somethin’?” he growled.
“You’d be surprised.”
If all his damn blood wasn’t pooled in his dick right now, his blood pressure would be spiking.
Good thing touching Lyric always kept him steady. He wondered if she was even aware of the effect she had on him. She’d witnessed him spiraling plenty of times in the past and wasn’t afraid to come over and plant a hand on his arm or his gut.
Her touch had the same effect as a tanker plane dumping water on a wildfire.
He sure as fuck hoped his touch was sparking a wildfire in her as he skimmed a hand down her quivering stomach and caressed the colorful butterfly above her right hip. Of course it was above her bikini line. He could only imagine it would have been uncomfortable to ask her father to tattoo her any lower.
When his dick made another formal complaint, he knew it was time to stop lingering and move shit along. “Here’s your first order: get on the bed.”
She turned to stare at where he slept. “Did Moose die there?”
“No.”
“I thought he died while…”
This was the last conversation he wanted to have right now, but he also wanted to relieve her worry. “Fuckin’? Yeah, he did. If you’re gonna die before your time, that’s the way to do it.”
“Then—”
“In my office…his office. On the desk.”
The man’s road name had been Moose for a reason, but despite being fat as fuck, he still attracted the ladies. And a lot of them. It didn’t surprise anyone when his heart quit mid-pump while plowing one of the strippers.
“So no, he didn’t fuckin’ die in this bed. But if I do shit right, you may feel like you fuckin’ died when I’m done.”
Both of her eyebrows shot up her forehead. “Somebody’s full of himself.”
“You’re gonna be full of me soon. So, baby, you can get on the bed yourself, or I can put you there.”
Chapter Eleven
Lyric caught her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes bounced back and forth between Rage and the bed.
“If you don’t wanna do this, then—”
Before he could even finish his sentence, she was climbing on it and flashing the folds of her pussy, as well as her puckered asshole.
Holy fuck. At least she was comfortable in her own skin.
He couldn’t wait to taste and tongue both spots, then fuck her until her juices covered his face, fingers, and dick.
Yeah, it was time to get this party started.
As she settled on the mattress, he quickly shucked his jeans. After his erection sprang free with a bounce, it protruded straight from his body as hard as a sword forged in steel.
She stared at it. “You don’t wear underwear?”
“Couldn’t tell I was sleepin’ when you knocked?”
“You never wear underwear to bed?”
Why was that a surprise? “No, baby,” was all he said, fighting a grin. Maybe the guys she’d been with wore fucking pajamas to bed.
He liked to let his shit swing free and air out. The fuck if he wanted to wake up with a sweaty ball glued to his taint.
“Baby.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re hot as fuck. Can’t wait to eat your cunt. Show it to me. Gotta see my meal before I eat it.”