Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
By the time he breaks away, we're both panting. He smiles at me, so damn sweet and happy, before kissing a trail down my body. He lingers at my breasts, nipping, biting, and sucking through the thin fabric of my bra until I'm squirming beneath him.
When he finally pulls it off, sucking my nipple into his mouth without anything between us, I sob his name into the room.
"I love the way you cry out for me," he murmurs, running his lips across my scar and then down over my abdomen. His eyes, dark and wild, meet mine as he hooks his fingers into the band of my panties. "Let me hear how loud you can be for me, butterfly."
I wrap my hands up in the blankets, already knowing he's going to ruin me with his mouth.
I'm not wrong.
He tugs my panties down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder. His lips brush my thigh as he lifts it over his shoulder, opening me up to him. The way he stares at me… God, I should be embarrassed. I should be squirming. But I love the way he looks at me like I'm the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
"Gage!" I sob, my back bowing from the bed as he splits me open with two fingers, licking from top to bottom.
His groan vibrates through me, shaking something wild loose.
He doesn't eat me so much as devours me like he was never taught manners, growling praises and grunting curses. He's wild between my legs, licking up every single drop I spill for him, and then begging for more.
It doesn't take long for him to send me careening over the edge into a rolling orgasm. My whole body ignites in a firestorm of bliss, leaving me gasping his name and shaking in the aftermath.
He rises up over me, wiping my juices from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Perfect," he growls, leaning down to kiss me sweetly, like he didn't just eat me like a beast.
I whimper, watching through a fog as he rips open a condom wrapper with his teeth before slipping it out. When he starts to slide it on, I sit up beneath him, reaching out.
"Fuck," he groans, his head falling back as I shift his hand out of the way to roll it over his erection. He bucks into my hand, a helpless little movement that tells me just how desperate he is.
I squeeze, the same way I did while I jerked him off last week in my bedroom before my parents got home.
"Fucking hell, baby," he rasps, his pupils dilated as he stares at me, panting wildly. "That little hand feels so fucking good."
I squeeze again, my fingers trailing along his balls.
He growls, flattening me to the bed beneath him. "Keep that up, and I'll be coming before I'm even inside you, Troian."
"Then maybe you should hurry and get inside me."
He growls again, shifting so he's between my legs. His erection bumps my clit, and we both moan loudly. There's no way I'm going to survive him. He's big and hard, and he already feels so damn good.
"Christ, baby," he groans, his forehead against mine as he rocks his hips so his cock glides against my clit again and again. "I could come just like this."
"Don't you dare. I want you inside me."
"Say it again."
"Make me yours, Gage," I say instead.
"You're already mine." He kisses me, messy and wild, one hand in my hair to hold me still. The other slips between our bodies.
I whimper into his mouth as he plays with me, grinding against my clit while working one finger and then another inside me.
"Gotta get you ready for me, butterfly," he rasps. "Can't hurt you."
"You won't," I sob, so close to the edge already, but I don't want to fall without him. I want him inside this time. I need it more than I need air. "Please, please, please."
He pulls his fingers out, pressing the head of his cock to my opening.
"Look at me, butterfly."
I peel my eyes open, meeting his gaze.
"I love you."
"I lov—"
He pushes forward, the head of his cock breaching my entrance. Maybe it should hurt. I don't know. That's what everyone at school says—that the first time hurts like hell. But…I don't feel pain. All I feel is stretched and full as he pushes forward, inch by inch.
"Jesus fuck," he groans, burying his face in my throat. "You feel so goddamn good. So good. Ah, God, butterfly. You're so perfect. So damn perfect. I love you. I love you so much."
I sob in response, every wrecked word from his lips making me more desperate and needy. I dig my nails into his back, trying to anchor myself in the moment or to reality, I'm not sure. All I know is that he feels incredible inside me and on top of me.