Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
I push him to his limits, meeting him thrust for thrust, and as my tongue roams over his salty tip, he explodes, shooting his hot cum right at the back of my throat. I swallow him down, not wasting a single drop, and as he pulls back, his cock falls from my mouth. All I can do is grin up at him as I lick my lips.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
“Damn right, I am.”
He stares at me a moment, a wicked grin slowly stretching across his delicious lips, when he suddenly grabs me from the floor and throws me onto the couch. My clothes are gone in barely a second, and before I know it, he’s grabbing my ankles and dragging me down until I’m stretched out on the couch.
Knight drops to his knees before me, one leg tossed over his big shoulder as his arms scoop around my body, one hand roaming over my chest as the other braces around my throat. Then, without skipping a single second, his mouth comes down over my core.
“Oh God,” I cry out, my fingers knotting into his messy hair between my thighs, his tongue sweeping over my needy clit and circling just right. I cry out, grinding against him, and he rises to the challenge, giving me more.
His lips close over my clit, sucking just the way I like it as his fingers find my entrance, pushing deep inside me. My hips jolt, and he holds me still as he finds that one spot deep inside that makes my eyes roll, passing over it again and again, knowing just how close I am to the edge.
My whole body squirms as fire pulses through my veins, a familiar tightening deep inside my core. “God, Knight! YES!” I groan, tipping my head back against the couch cushion, arching my back as I tighten my hold in his hair. “Fuck, yes!”
His fingers split within me, and goddamn, it’s too much. My whole world spirals out of control, wild spasms tearing through me as an intense orgasm claims the very soul right out of my chest. My walls convulse, squeezing around his fingers, but he doesn’t stop, letting me ride it out for as long as I can.
“Knight,” I moan as every muscle in my body begins to tremble, the intensity knocking me down over and over again.
I gasp for air, my back arching off the couch as my hips ferociously jolt, taking on a mind of their own, until I finally reach the peak of my orgasm and sail right back down the other end, barely able to catch my breath.
Knight’s tongue curls lazily over my clit as I come down, and only when my body relaxes against the couch and my grip in his hair loosens does he ease up.
“Holy shit,” I breathe as he presses a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh and crawls up the couch between my legs to capture my lips in his.
He pulls back just an inch, those warm eyes staring directly into my wild soul. “You ever try to defy me while you’re on your knees again, and you leave me no choice but to fuck the attitude right out of you.”
“You promise?”
He grins against my lips before kissing me once again, and as his hand works its way back up to the base of my throat, I grin right along with him.
“Now, now,” I tease. “If you’re gonna fuck me, you better be sure to do it right.”
Knight growls, the rumble vibrating right through his chest, and he drags me back down the couch, flipping me over until my knees are spread wide and braced against the cushion. His thick cock presses against my entrance.
My chest lies flat against the couch, my hips high and my back arched just for him, and as he squeezes my ass, a deep thrill rushes through me. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, doll,” he tells me, just moments before thrusting deep, bottoming out as my walls stretch around his delicious size. My whole body quakes, desperate for more.
28
HARPER-RAYN
With the morgue still closed for investigation, I stand in Izzy’s studio getting stabbed with sewing pins as I try not to lose my cool. I don’t know what prompted me to agree to model for her today, but anything beats spending the day stuck at home with nothing to do. At least, that’s what I told myself before she pulled out the giant bucket of pins and glanced at me with a smug grin as if to say she’s not responsible for whatever injuries occur while standing on her podium. As far as Izzy is concerned, while I’m standing in her studio, I am hers to do with as she pleases.
Diesel has been assigned protection detail today, and he was more than happy to tag along for this little adventure, all to Ace’s dismay, of course. While Diesel’s eyes have been carefully surveying the room, making sure we’re safe, it isn’t lost on me how his gaze keeps returning to Izzy’s ass. More specifically, the section of her thong that peeks out over her miniskirt as she bends down to focus on the lower half of one of the designs that she’s been working on for next year’s fall line.