Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Moving my finger in and out of her, I repeatedly slash my tongue across her clit. I’m going to gently abuse that little nub for all it’s worth.
Eden’s thighs start to shake as I have my way with her.
I slash her clit harder, firmly striking it with my tongue over and over as I fuck her with my finger.
And feel her body stiffen until she’s as tight as a coil.
“Jude,” she begs me with her moans, “please.”
Please.
The word fills me with joy.
Wrapping my lips around her clit, I gently pinch it between my teeth.
She screams as her body finally shatters.
Her moans continue as I lap at her clit. Slipping another finger inside her, I fuck her harder and deeper. Each time I think she’s close to coming back down to earth, I suck hard on her clit and push my tongue roughly against it.
If I can’t force my love into her with words and actions, perhaps she’ll understand this way.
Twice more I bring her to the mountain top to throw her off the same cliff. Each time, I can feel her weakening in strength.
Finally, when she can stand no more, her hands begin to roughly rip at my hair. Her mouth gasping for me to stop.
Relenting only because I know she’ll need her energy for tonight’s escapades in bed, I slowly pull my face away.
Standing up from between her legs, I look down at the tent in my pants. My cock aches so badly behind inside my dress slacks, I can feel it pulse with need.
It would be a small matter to simply pull my cock from my pants and push deep into her molten core, but I restrain myself.
Eden must be letting her guard down because the moment her eyes open and fall on me, she latches her legs around my own and pulls me close to her.
“Help me sit up,” she moans out tiredly.
“Of course, angel,” I say and lean down to pull her up into my embrace.
Wrapping her legs around my hips, she comes into my arms and rests her head on my chest.
It feels almost alien to have her not fighting my closeness to her. There must be a small crack in the walls she’s built around herself.
Panting against my chest, she says, “I’ve never… never had that done before.”
A small chuckle escapes my lips. “Do get used to it. I plan to do that quite often.”
She chuckles, too. “If you would have kept going… you would have killed me for sure.”
A wailing cry comes from the the living room and Eden instantly goes cold in my arms.
Prying myself away from her, I say, “I’ll go to Abel. Relax for a bit and collect yourself.”
Walking over to the sink, I quickly rinse my face off then grab a bottle of water from the counter.
“I’m perfectly fine,” Eden growls before pushing herself off the table.
But she isn’t fine. Her knees wobble and she has to put a hand against the table to keep her balance.
“Drink some water, Eden,” I say and place the bottle of water next to her.
Then I head out of the kitchen.
Bellowing in the most chipper of tones, I sing to Abel, “Your father comes to you, my dear son!”
I hear a giggle coming from the playpen. Standing up, holding the rails, Abel beams a truly cherubic smile at me.
Sweeping down to grab him, I swing him in a small circle so that he lands gently on my arm with his arm resting on my shoulder.
“Let’s go look at Daddy’s new bike,” I say and kiss his cheek.
Abel tugs lightly at my shirt collar as we move, and I know what he wants. He wants to look at my tattoos again. He’s as drawn to them as I am.
Last night at bedtime, I was shirtless and he kept tracing his tiny fingers over them. It was like he was trying to figure out how I got them on my skin.
Perhaps one day I’ll tell him.
It’s almost six in the morning this time when my phone rings.
All has been quiet in the house and in my brain.
Eden stirs beside me and slowly lifts her head, her eyes narrowing at the hostile ringtone.
There’s only one person in my contacts who has their very own special ringtone. It’s the opening guitar riffs to Hells Bells by AC/DC.
Pushing the connect button, I say, “What is it, Coss?”
16
Eden
Noticing me watching him, Jude reaches over with his free hand and grabs me.
Yanking me closer to him.
Dammit, I should have kept my eyes closed and just listened to his call. Now that he knows I’m awake, there’s no reason for him to keep his hands off me.
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” Jude says and sets his phone to the side.
I relax in his hold, relieved that he’s leaving. Thinking he won’t have time to molest me.