Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
I’ve imagined this scenario countless times over the years. But nothing could prepare me for the reality of it. Watching Gabi unfasten my jeans sends a surge of heat racing down my spine. She hasn’t even touched me yet, and already, I have a singular thought looping through my brain.
Fuck her. Claim her. Make her yours.
Unaware of my internal crisis, she slides her hand beneath the band of my briefs, eager to explore. The first brush of her fingers pulls a soft exhalation from her parted lips—and a ragged breath from mine. When she wraps her palm around my shaft, I go utterly still.
“God.” She swallows. “You’re huge.”
A shudder pulses through my abs as she grips me, slowly jacking me off beneath the material.
“Does that feel good?” she asks, a hint of uncertainty threading through her words.
“So fucking good,” I groan.
My encouragement gives her the confidence to keep going, and she pauses to peel down my briefs. As she unwraps my cock, heat blooms in the depths of her eyes.
An involuntary tremor moves through me as she traces my length with her pink fingernail, then takes me in her hand.
“Which do you like better?” she asks, testing out different strokes.
“All of it,” I rasp. “But I need you to stop for a second.”
“Why?” She frowns.
I reach up, thumb brushing her cheek. “Do you trust me?”
She bites her lip, contemplating it before she nods.
I grab one of her pillows, remove the pillowcase, and fold it into a strip of fabric as she watches.
“I want to see all of you tonight.”
“Oh.”
“Remember what I said earlier? I need you to say it.”
It might not mean much, but it makes me feel like less of an asshole for deceiving her about who I really am.
“I want to try it,” she says softly.
“Good girl.”
Her nipples tighten at those words, and she closes her eyes in anticipation. I secure the fabric over her face and tie it around the back of her head. Once that’s done, I tear off my mask and gloves and toss them aside.
With my first full taste of freedom, I push up her top and drink in the sight of her breasts. I didn’t get to see them when the room was dark, and I’ve spent years thinking about what they might look like. They’re better than anything I could have imagined—petite like the rest of her, but enough to fill my hands.
I lean forward and suck a pretty pink nipple into my mouth, and a soft moan spills out of her as she cradles the back of my head. I linger there, giving her a slow, lazy pull before I graze her with my teeth. She lets out a little gasp, so I do it again, drawing in an entire mouthful of her.
She rolls her hips and grinds against my cock like she’s dying for it. It takes all of my self-restraint not to watch her do that until I blow my load, but I have other plans for her.
I release her nipple and grab her face, angling her head back so I can press my lips to hers. Her body melts into my touch, and I slide my tongue into her mouth and devour her until she can’t breathe.
When I let her come up for air, I kiss a path along her jaw and bury my face in her neck, inhaling her. I don’t know how she always smells so sweet when she never wears perfume. She’s just so fucking…addictive.
My lips graze her throat, the frantic rhythm of her pulse feeding the most feral part of me. I want to brand every inch of that sensitive skin with my teeth. But if I start, I’ll never stop.
“I need to taste you.” The low, hungry growl reverberates against her.
She bites her lip and nods, a quiet gasp escaping her as I pick her up and slowly tip her onto the bed. Her breasts bounce as she falls against the pillow, the sight holding me captive.
Slowly, my gaze drifts to the only barrier left between us, and I hook my fingers beneath the band of her shorts. Dragging them down her thighs, I toss them aside, and spread her legs apart.
Jesus.
She’s so goddamned pretty, it’s almost torturous to look at her.
I take a minute to burn the image into my brain, knowing it will haunt me long after this is over. Then I cave to the primal impulse of sliding my cock through her arousal, just to see how she feels.
A tremor rolls through her as she lies there in offering, willing to let the beast have his way with her. I could sink deep inside that warm, wet pussy and claim her right now.
The thought goes to my head, and I have to rein in the insanity pumping through my veins before it consumes me.