Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“Uh,” I cried, back arching off the bed. “Fucking hell, Sunny.”
Why was this so hot? The idea of him drinking from me was so illicit—forbidden. I didn’t want him to know how much I wanted it. Couldn’t bear for Sunny to make me say.
“Say it, Angel.”
My voice was barely a whimper. “Sunny, please.”
“Taste you? Oh, I will.” His nose glided past my belly button and tickled my crown. He slipped past my folds, and I melted into the sheets.
Sunny licked my pussy as doggedly as he pursued me—not letting up though I moaned, screamed, begged, and at one point, flipped and crawled away. “Oh no, Angel, we’re not playing chase anymore.” Sunny hooked around my thighs, lifting and pressing my face into the sheets, and resumed tongue-fucking the shit out of me.
“Ah, yes,” I cried. “Right there! Right—”
I jerked—body just about bending in half. My orgasm exploded through me and leveled all in its wake. My core the impact zone, and my weak limbs, panting breath, and dripping sex the clinging survivors of the devastation.
Sunny turned me on my back. My arms and legs snaked around him as we shared another kiss. “Why the hell did I wait so long for this?” I asked.
“I believe you were going for gold in the ‘How Blue Can Sunny’s Balls Get?’ Olympics,” he replied, making me giggle. “Want to see if you won?”
“Yes, I do.”
Sunny tugged off the final layer between me and him. My breath caught taking in the size of him. The running stereotype is cocky, brash guys like Sunny talk big because they don’t carry big. I was pleased to say that stereotype didn’t apply to him in any way. Sole Bellisario’s cock was a long, thick sword with a cut tip. I thanked fate for childbirth, ’cause that’s the only reason he’d fit.
My pulse sped up as I crouched before him. “Hmm. They don’t look blue.”
“Are you sure?” he replied huskily, tangling in my hair. “Check again.”
Ducking between his legs, I licked his balls. He grunted—fisting my hair tighter. “Fuck, Kenzie!”
You haven’t yet, but you will.
“They’re definitely not blue. This means I didn’t win.” I smirked at him while I traced the underside of his cock. “Can I go for gold in another category?”
“Holy hell, woman, you better not have plans for the next seventy-plus years. ’Cause you’re mine.”
I swallowed him to the hilt. A grand total of two boyfriends—both of them escaped demons from hell—left me worried my experience didn’t compare to a man who admitted sex was so commonplace for him, it didn’t need mentioning. Sunny’s shower of praise and filthy promises as my head bobbed between his legs rid me of the last traces of insecurity.
Sunny strangled my headboard. “You’re fucking incredible, Kenzie.”
“Angel.” I licked the precum gathering on his tip. “I love being your Angel.”
He tipped off the bed.
“Sunny?” Scrambling to help, I watched him tear his pocket off getting a condom. He rolled it on, and molten pools met mine.
I scrambled away, one more chase in me. A vise closed on my ankle. Sunny growled low in his chest—a primal, shivery sound that confirmed what we both knew. I was never getting away from him again.
Sunny draped over me, his weight warm, safe, and protective as he pushed inside. I groaned and he captured my lips, tasting every fevered noise I made to his pumping.
It was ten times more amazing than my dull imaginings. Sunny inside me was like coming home. He filled me past my limit, rolling my eyes up in my head.
Pulling out, hard thrust in. Pull out slow. Hard thrust fucking in. Over and over again he nailed that spot. Sunny had me choking on my damn moans. I forgot how to breathe around the same time I lost the ability for speech.
Bucking and writhing underneath him, begging for more, and Sunny was there—holding me and whispering in my ear.
“S-Sole,” I cried.
“Come for me, Angel.”
The dam broke. I came so hard black spots danced in my vision. Sunny was a beast behind me, shuddering against my body as he filled the condom with prime Bellisario seed. A wild thought came to me that I wished it was me he filled. That I felt him explode inside me like he felt me.
Going condom-free is a discussion for later in the relationship. Don’t want to scare the guy.
“Damn, girl.” Sunny lay on me, squishing me into the sheets. I loved his weight on me too much for me to move him. “We’re even better at that than I knew we’d be.”
“That was me out of practice,” I teased. “Just wait until I get the hang of this again.”
“If it’s practice you need...”
That kicked off a sex marathon the likes of which put all other sex marathons to shame. Sunny swore to find all the Kenzie buttons, switches, and cheat codes to make me fly. I came so many times I lost count. Toward the end of the night, I was definitely flying high on something.