Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I swear on everything holy, I’m about to come undone.
“I can’t fucking handle you.”
“Same,” I say harshly, breathlessly.
He pulls back, his face red and his eyes so damn threatening, I know I should be scared, but instead, I’m excited. Quinn takes my panties in his hands and yanks them off. His mouth parts as he takes me in, and I’m blinded by desire. He slips his hands up under me and lifts me. I wrap my arms and legs around his head as my back slams into the wall by the door. I bite into my lip to keep from screaming as he buries his face in my pussy. His tongue comes out, finding my entrance, and fucks me like he would with his dick. His hands squeeze my thighs, my ass, as I writhe against the wall. I’m not even worried about falling. He has me, and I’m about to come so fucking hard, I couldn’t care less if I die after.
His nose presses into my clit as he sucks and licks me all over. I grip his hair, my thighs squeezing his head as he continues his glorious assault on me. He moves his head up, finding my clit with his mouth, and it doesn’t take long before I’m gone. I convulse against his mouth, arching off the wall so hard, he stumbles back, but he holds me like I weigh nothing. My release shakes me to my core, and I can feel him everywhere as he uses the wall to slowly lower me down.
Onto his cock.
I open my eyes in shock at how easy that was, to find him smiling from ear to ear. I can’t help but laugh. Loudly. His eyes brighten as he covers my mouth with his, swallowing my laughter. He holds me so close, our kisses getting hotter by the second. I squeeze his hips with my thighs as he holds me by my ass. I clutch his shoulders, rubbing them with my thumbs until he wraps his arm around me, using his other to pull at my shirt. I help him take it off, and his deep, throaty groan tells me he loves that I don’t have a bra on.
He kisses me between my breasts and then takes a mouthful of one, awakening all my desire once more. I feel Quinn throbbing, and my legs start to quake. He licks my nipple, flicking his tongue along it before he starts to move inside me. Each thrust is harder and deeper than the last. His eyes are lost with desire, and soon, I’m holding on so I don’t go through the wall. I feel him everywhere, and when he comes, it’s with a yell I have missed more than I would ever admit. He presses me into the wall, and I wrap my arms and legs around him once more. He gasps against my skin as I do the same, seeing lights behind my eyelids. Every part of me is on fire, and I swear, I’m more confused than I’ve ever been.
Seconds turn to minutes, and then slowly, he moves his lips along my collarbone and then up my neck to my jaw. I enjoy his nibbles on my neck for a second, but then I stop him for a long, lusty kiss. He takes my jaw in his hand and gazes into my eyes. I know what he is about to say before he even says it.
“I love you, E.”
My heart kicks into action and wants me to scream the words back at him, but instead, I whisper, “I know.”
Something moves in his eyes, but before either of us can dwell on my response, I take his lips with mine.
To distract us from what my heart wants but my mind knows I’m not ready for.
Not in a Festive Mood
Posey
Boon slides his thumb along the back of my hand, softly and with such tenderness. Neither of us has moved since we pulled up to the cabin. Oh, I mean chalet. When I called it a cabin to Shelli, she quickly corrected me. I guess the massiveness of the house does deserve a pretty word like chalet. Not that I care. Not that I want to be here. Boon moves in and kisses my jaw.
He’s been a godsend, but then again, from the moment I met Boon, I knew he was special. His support is bar none, and his love for me is inspiring. I never thought I’d find someone like my mom found my dad, but here I am, living out my own love story. Unfortunately, unlike my parents, Boon and I have a few gut-wrenching chapters in our story.
“Lovely, we can go back home. We don’t have to stay. I’m sure Elli will understand.”
I don’t answer him at first. I only shrug as the tears sting my eyes. “I’m fine.”