Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I grasp the base, stroke him twice, and pull him toward my mouth. Cannon grips my hair hard enough to sting, stopping my momentum, and my eyes fly up to his.
“Just wait a second,” he says gruffly as he stares down at me.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper, suddenly fearful I’m completely horrible at this, just the way Derek said.
“Nothing,” he murmurs, bringing his other hand to my cheek where he rubs his thumb over my lower lip. “I want to commit the way you look right now to memory. It’s perfect, and it’s going to star in all my future fantasies.”
“I like that,” I say softly.
“I’m glad you do.” His hand tightens in my hair, and he forces my mouth onto him.
He groans as I take him in deep, but I’ve got my own purr of satisfaction rattling around my chest. I know I willingly dropped to my knees, but something about him holding me tight by my hair turns me on more than I’ve ever been with another man. I’m driven to bring him pleasure because it brings me pleasure.
The feel of him between the roof of my mouth and my tongue is intense, and I use my hand to counterstroke against the suck and pull I’m providing.
“Fuck,” he curses low under his breath.
My cheeks hollow, and Cannon’s hand tightens in my hair even more as he pulls me off. I lift my eyes to find his chest heaving and his eyes burning.
“That feels just a little too good,” he rumbles.
I twist my hand around the base of his cock and he jerks, his eyes practically flaming with need. I try to pull him back to my mouth, but instead I become dizzy as his hands go under my arms and he lifts me from the floor.
The room spins as he whirls me toward the bed and pushes me onto it. Cannon immediately covers me, his torso pressing down into my back and the hard length of him, wet from my mouth, heavy along my butt.
He rolls slightly to the side, pushes his hand between my legs, and snakes a finger under my panties. A finger slides in deep.
Cannon groans. “Jesus, Ava… you’re fucking soaked. Is that just from sucking my cock?”
I nod furiously. Having him in my mouth, turning him on to the point he had to pull away so this wouldn’t end too quickly, has my body primed and ready.
“Don’t move,” he says and then his hand is gone from between my legs and his weight shifts. I twist my neck and see him straining to reach the drawer of his bedside table.
His fingertips scrabble at the knob but rather than move off me, he jerks the entire drawer out of the table. He sets it on a pillow near the headboard and pulls out a condom. I twist more to watch as he puts it between his perfect teeth so he can tear the wrapper.
Cannon’s eyes drift down to find me watching him intently, and he grins as he pulls out the condom. “Sorry if this is going fast.” He lifts off me, pushes his pants a little more down his hips, and sheathes himself. “But you got me way too hot and bothered with your mouth.”
I start to laugh but air whooshes out of my lungs as he hauls me up and back. My feet plant into the carpet and my hands flail out until they find purchase on the mattress. My head swims with an intense surge of lust as Cannon jerks my panties down to mid-thigh and gathers up my braid again in his hand. He coils it deftly while using his other hand to bring himself into alignment.
A strangled cry rips free as he slides into me, using tiny circles of his hips to work past the tightness.
“Goddamn it, Ava.” He grunts as he tunnels deep, and I melt all around him. “Why do you have to feel this good?”
“You’re one to be talking,” I gasp as he punches his hips forward and bottoms out.
“My apologies if this is over too fast,” he mutters as he pulls out and slowly slides back in with a groan. Through gritted teeth, he adds, “But I swear I’ll get you to the same place I’m going.”
I giggle but it’s cut short as his free hand goes between my legs and I buck against the stimulation.
Cannon laughs darkly and leverages me into a somewhat upright position, although I’m still slightly bent at the waist. Fingers pressed against my clit, my hair caught firmly in his grasp, he fucks me hard. His strength holds me in place, and because I’m too far above the mattress to use my hands for stability, I clamp each one around his wrists.
It’s in this very odd but insanely hot position that Cannon unleashes on me.