Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
He looked up at me. “I need to taste you first, okay?”
Barely able to speak, I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip and nodded, bracing for what was to come.
Tate slid my underwear down and spread my legs. Just the heat of his erratic breaths drove me mad as he got into position. A couple of seconds later, I felt the sweet heat of his mouth on my clit.
“Oh, God.” My eyes rolled back. When he pressed more firmly, I thought I might leave my body. “Oh…my…”
He applied just the right amount of pressure, licking and sucking. The sensation of his hot mouth on me, his tongue exploring me—it was unlike anything I’d felt before. And I knew it was only the tip of the iceberg.
Tate must have used his entire face to pleasure me, as I felt his beard scratching me in an exquisite way. Holy hell. He kept muttering indecipherable words. I tightened my muscles to keep from coming on the spot with each whisper against my sensitive skin, each stroke of his tongue. I certainly wanted to hold out for what was next, and didn’t want to deprive myself of the full experience by coming too soon.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he finally murmured when he came up for air. “I need to fuck you.”
The sight of my arousal on his mouth was just about the most erotic thing, and when he lowered himself to kiss me, I tasted myself on his lips. I tugged on his hair. “I need you inside me, Tate.”
He hovered over me, locking me in with his knees. “What you’re giving me right now is the most amazing gift. You’re my fucking dream, Blair. Don’t ever forget that.”
All I could manage was, “Thank you.”
It might’ve sounded stupid and desperate, but I was so thankful that he’d finally let his inhibitions go enough to give me what I’d been yearning for. This was as much a gift to me as he seemed to think it was for him.
“I should be thanking you.” His eyes glistened. “I don’t deserve you.”
I reached up and rubbed his chin. “Yes, you do.”
Then I felt the burn of his girthy cock entering me. He groaned in the back of his throat as he sank into me.
I let out a shriek of pleasure.
“Fuck, Blair. This is so…” His words trailed off.
He muttered something as he began to move in and out. His words were slurred, yet I knew what he was trying to say. I felt the same indescribable bliss as our bodies became one.
“I know, Tate. I know.”
He stopped moving for a moment and shut his eyes. “You feel even better than I imagined. I need to control myself,” he breathed. “Give me a second.”
Tate tightened his abs. I loved how out of control he seemed, even if I hoped he didn’t lose it, because I was nowhere ready for this to end. Quite frankly, I needed him to fuck me harder.
When he’d regained his composure, Tate started slowly, thrusting his hips with controlled movements. And I bucked to meet each and every one of them. But then he began to pound into me, faster, harder. The headboard banged against the wall.
Yes. This was exactly what I wanted, what I’d imagined in my wildest dreams. Actually, it surpassed all of that. I couldn’t get enough. “Fuck me harder,” I begged, my nails digging into his back.
“I’m afraid to fuck you the way I really want to.”
But despite what he said, Tate did slam his body against mine with greater force, the weight of him overpowering as he more fully let go. I’d never felt so turned on and out of control during sex. Perhaps because I’d never been with an actual man.
Tate once again slowed down and began kissing my neck. I grabbed his ass, guiding his movements. Then he devoured my mouth as I wrapped my legs around him.
He thrust again, balls deep, and I felt his body shake.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m gonna—”
“Come…” I begged, finishing his sentence as I felt my own orgasm rush through me. I opened my mouth in a silent scream, the muscles of my vagina tightening at the feel of his heat filling me through the condom.
“Oh shit…” he rasped against my neck as he pumped into me over and over, his groans echoing through the room.
We continued to rock back and forth as we came down from that bliss together. When he looked into my eyes, I once again felt immense gratitude.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Chapter 12
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TATE
Is she kidding? She’s thanking me again?
“I told you. I’m the one who should be thanking you, beautiful.” I carefully pulled out, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Where are you going?” she asked as I got up.
“Condom…” I muttered before hopping off the bed.