Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
“Eyes on me,” I ordered, my voice absolute.
Her lashes fluttered open, those beautiful eyes meeting mine—glassy with heat, pupils blown wide, hunger shining back at me with wonder, and focused on me.
Exactly how I fucking wanted her.
I bent down and sucked one nipple deep into my mouth. She arched immediately, a broken sound escaping her throat as my tongue circled the stiff peak, then flicked it until she was writhing beneath me.
“So responsive,” I murmured against her skin. “So fucking perfect.”
She whimpered, and I groaned. My dick throbbed, aching to be inside her.
“I could spend hours right here,” I rasped. “Sucking these sweet tits while you cry out my name.”
My hand found the other breast and squeezed just hard enough to make her gasp, then I rolled the nipple between my fingers until she was panting. Her body moved in small, desperate motions under me, like she didn’t know which direction she wanted to push into—my mouth or my hand. I gave her both.
“Look at you.” My voice was rough with need. “Already shaking for me, and I haven’t even tasted your sweet pussy yet.”
The sound she made went straight to my cock.
I kissed my way down her stomach, dragging my tongue over the smooth, sensitive skin until I reached the waistband of her panties. They were barely a barrier. Thin, damp already, and clinging to the outline of her slit like they were painted on. I nuzzled the lace, breathing her in, the scent driving me straight past rational thought.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growled as I hooked a finger under the fabric and dragged it aside. “That’s your body begging for mine. So damn needy.”
I kissed the inside of her thigh. “Don’t worry, baby. Gonna give you what you need.”
My lips brushed her skin again, a little higher, slowly circling the space around her swollen center without touching. Her legs trembled, her breath catching every time I exhaled against her slick skin. She was soaked. Pink, glistening, and so swollen with need, she looked like she might break from it.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasped. “Look at that pretty pussy dripping for me.”
My mouth pressed to her center again, then I felt her fingers delve into my hair, and my head snapped up.
“Hands stay where they are, Maren,” I growled. “You don’t take anything for yourself. I’ll give it when I’m ready. Is that clear?”
She bit her lip as she raised her arms again and nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes. I understand.”
“That’s it, sweet girl. So good for me.” I licked her softly and murmured, “Keep those legs wide. I want you open for me while I drink my fill.”
She listened beautifully, relaxing her thighs as best she could. So I finally gave her what she needed—just the tip of my tongue, flicking against her entrance before dragging it slowly through her folds. She bucked, her hands fisting in the sheets above her head, mouth falling open in a silent moan. I licked her again, slower this time, savoring her taste.
“Better than I imagined.”
I dragged my tongue over her clit just once, and her whole body jerked. She cried out, her hips pushing up, but I held her in place with a firm grip on her thigh.
“Easy,” I breathed, sucking her clit into my mouth and licking in firm circles until her thighs were shaking around my shoulders.
“Lucas, please,” she whined, her voice desperate.
“I know, baby. You need more.” I pushed one thick finger into her slick heat, groaning when she clenched around me like a fucking vise. “So tight. So hot.”
She made a strangled sound as I pumped my finger inside her, curling it just right, dragging against the spot that made her hips twitch.
As I sank the digit in deeper, it hit a barrier, and I froze. A beat later, I had to fight the urge to shout and beat my chest like a fucking caveman.
“Maren?”
That was when I realized she had also gone as still as a statue. Her eyes were wide as she stared at me, unsure and worried.
“Baby, are you a virgin?”
She exhaled slowly, then whispered, “Yes.”
“Thank fuck,” I muttered, running my nose over the soft skin of her thigh and breathing in her vanilla scent. When I finally looked back up, she was still staring at me uncertainly. “I’d want you either way, Maren. But you being a virgin means I don’t have to kill anyone.” The corners of her lips tipped up, assuming I was joking, but I wasn’t. “It also means I get to be the one to give you all your firsts. To be the only one who will give you passion. It’s sexy as hell.”
Out of patience, I sealed my mouth over her clit again and sucked harder, my tongue pressing in rhythm with my thrusts.
She got loud then—cries and gasps tumbling from her lips, the bed creaking softly beneath her writhing body.