Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"I'm not telling you no," I whisper, my heart beating so loud I'm sure he probably hears it.
"For the record, you aren't the only one who's been waiting, Cassia," he says, crawling up between my legs. "I haven't been with anyone in…hell, sixteen or seventeen years."
"Cord, are you serious?"
"Mmhmm," he hums, kissing all over my thighs. "Now lay back and let me eat in peace, woman. Once I'm finished making a mess of you, I'll let you make a mess of me. Once I wear your sexy ass out, I'll clean up my mess downstairs, and then we can do it all over again in the morning."
"Hey, Cord?"
"Yes, pretty baby?"
"Less talking," I demand.
He growls playfully and nips my inner thigh. And then he's spreading my lower lips with two fingers. His growl is all male this time. It's the only warning I get before he's on me. Just like in the kitchen, he's ruthless between my legs. He eats me like I'm the best thing he's ever had against his tongue, growling and snarling as he drinks me down his throat and then comes back for more.
I writhe beneath him, lost in a sea of ecstasy. Being alone, I got good at handling business myself, but I think I've been doing it wrong. It never felt this good. Not even when I used the rose. Cord is…better than magical. He's the devil.
"God, yeah, pretty baby, grind that cunt all over my face," he growls, lifting my ass completely off the bed. "Ride me until you're dripping down my chin."
My injured ankle dangles above the bed. I use my other foot for leverage, too far gone to feel ashamed as I do exactly as instructed and grind against his face. He roars his pleasure, manhandling me with ease. I sob and writhe, bucking against his face. I'm so close, so damn close.
His tongue presses against my back entrance.
I scream as stars erupt behind my eyelids, sending me freefalling into bliss. Bright colors burst in vivid sprays of color, lighting up my world again and again. They ignite inside my bloodstream, waves of pleasure surging through my veins until they consume every part of me, down to the tiniest atom. It seems to go on forever.
When it finally ends, I'm flat on my back, sprawled across Cord's bed like a starfish. He's on his knees between my thighs. The look on his face… Please, God, please let me keep him. Please let him keep looking at me like this for the rest of my life. It's more the want, more than need. It's as if his very soul blazes from his eyes.
"Next time you ride my face, it'll be with my cock down your throat, Cassia," he says, his voice a thick rasp. "Maybe that'll keep every ranch-hand on the fucking property from knowing how good you sound when you're screaming my name."
Only then do I realize he's stark naked, his erection in one meaty fist.
"Y-you lied," I whisper, my voice strangled.
One dark brow tics upward in a silent demand for an explanation.
"You said cowboys get the job done with a few less than eleven inches. That's not less than eleven inches, Cord!" I cry, squirming beneath him. He's going to split me in half with that thing. And God help me, but part of me wants him to do it.
"It's not eleven inches, Cassia," he says, smirking down at me. He strokes his massive erection, gliding his thumb across the broad head. "It's eight…give or take."
"Give or take what? Three inches?"
"Two."
I choke on my tongue, which makes him chuckle.
"You made him this way, pretty baby," he growls, hooking an arm around my waist to drag me further down the bed. My thighs spread around his, my ass in his lap. His erection nudges my clit and I nearly come unglued. "Seems only fair you fuck him soft."
"If you break me, I'm going to be so mad at you."
"Break you?" He leans forward, wrapping a hand around my throat. He lifts me gently, claiming my mouth in a hot kiss. I taste myself on him and instantly love it. Maybe I shouldn't, but I don't care. "Ah, pretty baby, I'm not going to break you. I'm going to ruin you, and you're going to love every fucking minute of it."
I'm pretty sure he's right. Mina would be so proud.
"You're going to put me inside you, Cassia," he says, nipping at my bottom lip. "I want to watch you work yourself onto my cock. Go as slow as you need to go. I've got you."
"Okay," I whisper, my heart banging against my breastbone with equal parts excitement and anxiety. I never imagined I'd be the type of woman who liked being told what to do, but I love it. It…settles me. I don't feel unmoored and adrift with him. For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm exactly who I'm meant to be, exactly where I'm meant to be. I trust him to take care of me. I never imagined how freeing that could be, to instinctively know that someone else will be there to catch me. But I know it with him.