Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
I suck on her nub, pressing my tongue against it, gliding my finger to her hole at the same time. She gasps, lying still at first, but the more I lick and caress her body, the more confident she becomes. Her hips move in time with my tongue strokes.
She reaches down and grabs my head when I push my finger into her core.
“Oh, oh, uh-oh…”
“Fuck,” I growl, keeping my face pressed to her pussy. “Your taste, it’s addictive. You’re so damn hot.”
“Logan,” she whimpers.
I glide my finger in and out of her entrance, greedily licking her clit at the same time. There’s no doubt now. There’s no second-guessing. There simply isn’t room for it.
Nobody, under any circumstances, could tell me this is wrong.
I flick my tongue against her clit, pumping my hand faster in and out of her entrance, her body making gorgeous wet noises of desire. She squeezes her legs around my head, her gasps becoming breathier. I can feel how close she is in the heat of her body, in the way her walls twitch around my finger.
When the orgasm hits her, her moans turn so breathy she can hardly make any noise. She’s gasping as if drowning in pleasure. It’s a noise I’ll never forget, hunger aching in me, my cock pushing against my zipper like it’s trying to break free.
She shifts her hips up and down. I wish I could see her face, see the pleasure marking every inch of her angelic expression, but there’s no damn way I’m turning my attention away from her sex. She deserves every ounce of my focus.
Her pussy gushes wet heat, and then she gasps and collapses back.
I stand again, staring down at her trembling form.
“I need you,” I snarl. “I need your wet pussy. I need your curvy, flawless body. I need your thickness. But I need more than that. I need your mind, your enthusiasm. I need your soul. I need your heart. I need your future. I need everything. Piper, every damn thing you could give a man, you’ll give to me, nobody else. Nobody. Else.”
“Nobody,” she whimpers, staring as I pull my clothes off, shirt, pants, and underwear. “You’re so hard,” she whispers in awe.
“I’ve never been harder,” I tell her truthfully, stroking my hand up and down my length. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now. Not in business; not in life.”
“I want to be naked with you,” she says, daring confidence gripping her features as she slips out of her shirt and unclips her bra.
I lose it when her breasts spill free, so curvy, so full. Lying atop her, the end of my swollen hunger brushes her inner thigh as I lean down and push her tits together, sucking one nipple and then the other, pleasing her as only I ever will.
Thinking about forever doesn’t seem impossible when we’re naked and captured by desire.
She moans, trailing her hands down my back, then digging her fingernails in when I guide my tip to her clit.
I stroke my throbbing desire against her clit, circling, teasing, letting her moans guide me as I pick up speed. I let her body guide me, too: the heat of her entrance, the tightening of her fingernails against my back. She leans up and bites my shoulder.
“Sorry,” she murmurs a moment later, letting go.
“Don’t apologize. And don’t fucking stop.”
I move my cock even faster. Her gasp is the sweetest sound I’ll ever hear, except, maybe, when she says yes to the marry-me question. No demand. That thought comes from nowhere and hits me like a truck, but I know it’s true. I know it’s what I want.
“It’s so hot.” She breathes hotly against my shoulder. “Oh, fucking hell, Logan. You feel so big. But I want you. All of you. Every… inch…”
“Don’t get shy now,” I snarl. “When you talk like that, it drives me crazy.”
“It’s easier over text,” she admits.
I lean back slightly so I can look into her eyes. She stares at me with a gentle smile, a hint of danger in her eyes. When she looks at me like that, I feel the novelty of this too, as if this is my first time as well as hers.
“My hands are kind of full right now…”
Her mouth opens in an ‘O’ of pleasure as I guide my tip from her clit, stroke it along her lips, and bring it to her sopping tunnel. I tease her hole, pushing against her, feeling her lips spread in a hot, tight kiss before I retreat again.
“What are you doing? Is something wrong?”
“No,” I groan. “Why do you ask?”
“I thought, maybe, you might be too big or something? Remember, I’ve got no clue what I’m doing.”
“Is your virgin perfection getting hot? Getting slick? Are you getting tingly like you desperately need me to push inside of you, claim you?”