Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I like it.
No, I love it.
With one, swift movement, he pushes me down onto the bed. Already, I miss the taste of him, and I want more. Standing before me, staring down, he slowly lowers until he’s on his knees in front of me. Reaching for me, he takes my hips in his hands and hauls me toward him, and then he’s burying his face between my legs.
His tongue is wicked, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.
It could be because he has had so many years practice, or maybe it’s just that he’s damned talented, either way, it’s the best head I’ve ever been given, and I make sure he knows it. Back arching, fingers tangling into the sheets, I cry out in utter pleasure as an orgasm builds. His tongue rakes over my clit, nipping and sucking, doing things to me I could only dream about.
His fingers find the opening of my pussy, and he pushes two in, coating them in my arousal as he sucks my clit, fucking me with his fingers until I’m thrashing, begging for him to stop, to keep going, to never let it end. I don’t know what I want, my mind is swimming as the pleasure builds, and then, suddenly, I find bittersweet release. My body trembles as each shudder is slowly pulled from me, and he drinks every single one, not stopping until my body flops onto the bed.
Then he’s over top of me, his mouth, damp with my arousal, finding mine again. He kisses me long and deep, and I moan against his lips as I suck every single drop of myself from his tongue. Reaching between us, he frees his cock, and I let my legs curl around his waist, bringing him closer to me, needing to feel the sting of pleasure as he pushes inside me, deep and hard.
He doesn’t stop kissing me, not even when the pleasure becomes too much and I moan or cry out. He keeps his lips against mine, as if he’ll never going to taste me again after this moment. I take it, I take all of it, and as his cock fills me and his hips roll over mine, I try to mark this moment in my memory. I try to remember the way his dick feels inside me, the way his body is touching every inch of me, the way his mouth devours mine and little growls of pleasure leave his throat.
Mostly, I want to remember the way his eyes flash as he looks down at me during my orgasm, scanning my face, as if he’s keeping the moment for himself, too.
I hope he is.
By the time we’re both done, my body is alive with desire and entirely relaxed from release.
Rolling away from me, he doesn’t leave like I would expect him to, instead, he falls beside me and we lie in silence, the pounding rain the only sound that can be heard. My chest rises and falls, and my body is aching, every part of it completely satiated. I want to stay in this moment forever, never leaving, feeling every single part of this for years to come.
But I know the reality is ... Colt and I will never be.
His heart belongs to someone else.
That thought is crushing, and I try to push away the pain it brings.
Try to ignore it.
Try to pretend like it doesn’t matter to me, when deep down, I know it does.
My phone buzzing beside me snaps me from my thoughts, and I roll, reaching for it. Colt still hasn’t said a word, but I’m glad he’s here. I read the message on the screen and my heart sinks.
Unknown – Uh oh. This doesn’t look good.
A picture is attached. A picture of Colt and I dragging a dead body into my barn. Jerking upright, I stare at the screen, shocked. Someone was here the day we did that? How did I not see them? How did we not know? The picture seems to have been taken from a small distance away, but it is, without a doubt, the two of us.
Colt sits up beside me, and I turn the phone to him without saying a word.
He looks down at the message, and then in a low voice, he mutters a curse.
“I don’t know who this is, but they’re not going to leave me alone.”
My voice is shaky as I stare at the picture.
“We’re goin’ to figure out who it is, and I’m goin’ to finish this,” Colt growls, zooming in on the photo. “Fucker was watchin’ us.”
“What do I do?”
Before he can answer, another message comes through.
Unknown – If you don’t want the police to see this picture, you’re going to give me what I want.
Colt responds before I get the chance to speak.
M – What do you want?