Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
A growl left him as he flicked her button undone. He pulled away slightly and reached behind her, turning on the heater, blowing hot air over them.
He closed the garage doors and then went back to kissing her. Gripping the edge of her jeans he started pulling them down her legs. She lifted to help, and then kicked them off.
Their kiss and movements became more desperate. He tore her jacket off of her, and she did the same with his.
“God, what are we doing, Deacon?” She murmured against his lips while her fingers undid the button and fly of his jeans.
“We’re going to fuck.” He could have said it a little more eloquently, but why sugarcoat what they were going to do in his grimy garage? Besides, it didn’t matter what he called it.
Deacon needed to claim his mate, and they both were going to enjoy the hell out of it.
He slipped his hands beneath their bodies and pulled her panties to the side. The smell of her wetness filled his nose. Fucking ambrosia. Sliding his fingers through her slit, he gathered her cream and brought his fingers to her mouth.
“Look at me, Jessa.” Her throat worked as she swallowed. He brought his soaked fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth.
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted.
“Mmmm, baby.” When he’d cleaned her juices off his fingers, he took her mouth again. He speared his tongue in her mouth so that she could taste herself on him.
Breaking the kiss, he gripped her panties and ripped them from her body. The sound of fabric rendering mixed with the heavy beat of music.
“Oh, God.” Her head fell back, and her eyes slid shut when his fingers found her pussy again. He slid his middle finger into her pussy and thumbed her clit.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Deacon dragged his teeth back down her neck to where it met with her shoulder. Sinking his teeth into the supple flesh, he pumped his finger in and out of her, loving how her tight pussy gripped his digit, sucking it back in. “My girl’s greedy for me.”
“Yes.” Gasping for air, she lifted her head, speared her hand in his hair, and jerked her to him.
He kept working his finger in and out of her, his thumb pressing tight circles on her clit. Her mouth devoured his, her tongue stroking his.
Her little teeth pulled his bottom lip in his mouth, her tongue sliding over it. He quickly pushed his jeans down, but before he could pull his cock out of his boxer briefs, her hands were there, pushing his out of the way and gripping him.
Deacon let out a hiss when her hand wrapped around his cock.
“God, you’re so big.” He would have smiled at the surprise in her voice, but he was already too far gone with his arousal.
Taking hold of her ass again, he pulled her to the edge of the counter so that she was forced to let go of him and wrap her hands around his shoulders for stabilization.
“Put your heels on the counter, baby.” The fact she did what he said without any hesitation, submitting to him and his animal, had his skin tightening with victory.
Deacon took a step back, his hands on her knees, and pushed her thighs apart. A gasp left her, but he kept his gaze on her pink pussy on display.
Her wetness glistened under the overhead lights, her clit engorged as it stuck out from the hood at the top of her mound. He wanted to taste her so fucking bad.
Dropping onto his haunches, he let his hands slide down her inner thighs until his thumbs brushed against her labia. He spread her open and saw the darker pink of her inner lips.
Latching his mouth on her, he closed his eyes and grunted at the taste of her. The flavor, sweet and musky, filled his taste buds, and he grew addicted.
Deacon ate her out until she came against his lips. Her hands in his hair tugged at the strands, pulling him closer as she ground herself on him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be inside of her.
Standing, he took himself in hand and placed it at her entrance. Every instinct inside of him told him to take her and mark her.
He wanted his cum in her so that she smelled like him. He also knew he didn’t want to scare her. He gripped her waist and sank into her. Wet, hot, tightness immediately engulfed him, and he buried himself to the hilt.
“Deacon.” The way she said his name, all breathy, had him rearing his hips back and slamming back into her. She braced her hands behind her, and he started really fucking her.
Harder and faster until sweat stated to trickle down his back and he felt his beast purring and snapping for more.