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)
Her breath hissed from her and, using her elbows, she pulled herself farther up the bed. After a slight hesitation, she pulled her legs up and dropped her knees out, exposing exactly what his mouth was watering for.
He never thought this fucking day would come. Mostly because he never wanted to screw up their relationship. Now he needed to make the most of every second of this unexpected opportunity.
Tearing his eyes from her tempting center, he stroked his dick as he rounded the bed. He grimaced at the pile of bullshit on his nightstand, knocking some of it onto the floor until he found a wrap buried under the mess. Unused, thank fuck.
But as soon as he returned to the foot of the bed, his patience had hit its limit. He dove forward, dropping himself between her legs, spread her thighs wider, and planted himself face first between them. He dragged his mouth over her slick heat, her plump lips. Nuzzling his nose between her folds, he pulled her scent deep into his lungs.
His dick flexed at her aroused state.
Fuck yes. She was ready for him.
Only, he wasn’t ready to give her his dick. She needed to be more than ready and begging him to take her.
He drove two fingers into her center to find her tighter than expected. When was the last time she had sex? And with who?
While she was on the younger side, that didn’t mean she was innocent. She was a damn biker chick, after all. Innocent wasn’t a word that could be used to describe any of the club sisters.
He withdrew his fingers before driving them deep again. Her back arched at the same time a whimper slipped from her and her short nails dug into the shaved sides of his head. He took that as encouragement for him to continue.
Pulling his fingers free, he sucked them clean, then grabbed her calves and hooked her trembling legs over his shoulders.
He peeked his head up. “You good?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Are you?”
“Gonna be in a second.” Then he buried his face in her pussy again.
He flicked his tongue against her clit, teasing her sensitive bud, before using it to split her folds in two.
With her heels digging into his back, her soft gasp morphed into a groan when he plunged his tongue in and out of her, sticking with her no matter how much her hips hopped around the bed.
“Ash,” she moaned again and flung her head back. Her fingers brushed over the loosened braids at the top of his head.
He sure as fuck hoped she came soon because his dick was aching to be inside her. Eating her out was more of a tease for him than it was for her.
Jesus fuck. It was more like torture. He and his patience were more than ready for the main event.
When her legs squeezed his head and her body bowed off the bed, he captured her tangy arousal on his tongue. She tasted better than he ever imagined.
And he’d imagined it a lot.
For fucking years.
Since he wasn’t quite sure if she came or not, he kept at it. Despite how hard his dick was, he wasn’t going to stop until he knew for sure. With anyone else, he wouldn’t give a shit, but the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint Lyric.
Especially since it was their first—and maybe only—time together.
“Ash,” she whimpered, jamming her pussy into his face.
He hoped to fuck she came.
“What, baby?” he murmured against the warm, smooth skin of her inner thigh, expecting for her to beg him to fuck her next.
“Ash…”
Maybe she didn’t come and was about to? “Yeah, baby?”
“Ash.”
He popped his head up with his eyebrows pinned together.
With her head thrown back, she avoided his eyes. “I need to tell you something.”
Oh, shit. He never once heard a complaint about his oral skills. Was she about to be the first? He hoped the fuck not. “Want me to fuck you.”
He purposely made it an assumption and not a question.
“No. Yes. It’s related.”
Christ. Women and drama always went hand-in-hand. He braced himself. “What?”
His impatience was like a rogue wave about to slam against a rocky cliff.
“I…uh…”
She was going to kill him before he even got a chance to die mid-pump like Moose. “You what? Can tell me anything. Know that, right?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I don’t want you to stop.”
That made no sense and confused him even more. “‘Less you tell me to, ain’t plannin’ on it.”
“You might want to when…”
“When what?”
“You find out what I need to tell you.”
“Lyric.” Now his mind was spinning with all the possibilities, and none of them were good.
He abandoned his delicious snack and pulled himself up her body until they were face to face. His heart sank into his stomach when her eyes sliced to the side to avoid his. He had no idea what the fuck was going on.