Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
His tongue lashes against my nipple, and it sends a jolt straight through my core. I arch up into him and reach for a handful of his hair as he does it again. Conor doesn’t ask what I like, but he knows. He touches me with just the right amount of pressure, teasing me with his lips and his tongue as he sucks my breast into his mouth.
I’m on the verge of coming from this alone, but then his hand slips down inside of my panties, and it renders me completely defenseless. His fingers dip inside of me, and his breathing intensifies as he drags them back up to my clit, working me over until my body is so strained I plead for him to fracture me.
“Conor…”
“Shhh,” he soothes me. “I know what ye need, baby. Just relax.”
I can’t relax because I’m afraid this feeling is going to disappear, and I’ll never have it again. It must be a fluke. A once in a lifetime kind of magic. It’s too good to be real.
But it is real, and Conor makes sure I know it when his hot mouth locks around my nipple, torturing me until I splinter apart into a million tiny convulsions. Wave after wave pulses through my body, milking out my release for longer than it’s ever gone on before.
I’m breathless and spent, but Conor is just getting started. His fingers glide down and slip inside of me, and he groans at what he’s done to me. He likes me this way. Open and raw and vulnerable to him. And it’s unnerving, but I don’t want it to end. I’m on the verge of telling him how much I want to feel him when he starts to finger fuck me.
“Holy shit.” My nails curl into his back, digging into his flesh. He buries his face in my throat, alternating between inhaling me and sucking at my tender skin. He tortures me for so long that I start to entertain thoughts I shouldn’t. He must do this sort of thing all the time. It’s the only logical explanation for how he could know my body so well.
I don’t want to imagine him with anyone else. In this moment, I don’t want to believe that anyone else ever existed before me. I’ve only been with a few men in my life, a serial monogamist to my core. But none of them knew how to please me. Not like Conor. Not like this.
“Oh, God,” I cry out.
The tension swells deep inside my core again. It’s so intense. I don’t think I can hold back, and that’s what I’m afraid of. My nails scrape up his neck and into his hair, tugging as I arch into him. The orgasm rips through me with all the force and delicacy of a bullet. I’m sore, breathless, and I feel like I just had an exorcism as I lay there panting, unable to move or speak.
Conor draws in a ragged breath and curses as he slides his palm through the sticky mess between my thighs. I watch with heavy eyes as he palms his dick and coats himself in my arousal. It’s the single most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed, and I want to watch him do it again and again.
“Fucking hell,” he rasps. “I have to warn ye, this is probably going to be quick the first time. I haven’t felt a woman’s body in a few years.”
My eyes move over his face, looking for the lie, but it isn’t there. I don’t see it. All I can see is his drugged expression as he maneuvers his body between my thighs and grinds his cock against me.
How could that possibly be true? I saw the way the waitress at the diner threw herself at him. I saw women at the club checking him out. He’s without a doubt one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen, and he’s at a strip club practically every night. I still find it difficult to wrap my mind around what he’s telling me, but when he starts to push inside me and shudders with every inch, I know it’s real.
“Christ, ye’re tight.” He closes his eyes and releases a shaky breath. “Fuck. Am I hurting you?”
I’m fuller than I’ve ever been, but I wouldn’t let him stop now if he wanted to. “No.” I reach up and touch his face. “Give it all to me.”
“Goddamn, woman.” His hips jerk forward, and he eases himself all the way in, using his forearms to balance his body over mine. “I hope ye know what ye got yourself into. I could fecking live inside ye just like this.”
I wrap my arms around his back, and he starts to thrust. His eyes close and his head falls back, and the sounds that rip from his chest are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Like I’m torturing him. Like it’s pure torment to be inside of me because it feels so good.