Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Cydney’s breath comes in little gasps, her nipples rock hard, tits heaving as I hold her down. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I growl. She squirms, desperate for more as I slide my hand between her legs.
“Oliver,” she whimpers. “Please.”
God, that does it for me. I want to hear her beg, cry out, come apart over and over. I nip my way down her chest, tongue flicking over her bare skin, savoring the way her whole body shivers for me. I drop kisses along her ribs, licking, nibbling, marking my territory as I go. Cydney’s heart pounds so loud I can hear it. Good. I want her wild. I want her desperate.
I pause to look up at her. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted, eyes glazed with need. “You ready for what comes next, sweetheart?” I grin, pure predator, and spread her thighs wide so I can see every perfect inch of her.
“Yes,” she gasps, voice wrecked. Her hands tangle in my hair, urging me closer.
Hell fucking yes. I grip her hips and drag her to the edge of the sofa, right where I want her. The smell of her arousal hits me like a freight train, and my cock practically loses its mind.
I run my tongue along her inner thigh, slow and teasing, watching the goosebumps break out on her soft skin. Fuck, she’s shaking for me already, and I haven’t even given her a real taste of what’s coming.
I drag my tongue higher, nipping at the sensitive skin just inside her thigh, and she shivers all over, clutching the cushion with both hands like she’s bracing for impact. I’m not letting her off easy. Not tonight.
I spread her thighs wider, greedy for a view of her dripping, perfect pussy. Jesus, she’s soaked. My cock throbs so damn hard I’m about to bust my jeans zipper. Her sweet scent punches straight through the last of my self-control.
“God, look at you,” I rumble, staring right at her glistening folds. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Cydney. You know that?”
She’s breathless, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. “Please, Oliver…” Her voice is wrecked, pure desperation. Music to my damn ears.
I lean in and taste her.
Jesus. The taste of her arousal hits me so hard I almost see stars. I groan and press my mouth against her folds, spreading her lips with my thumbs to get a better view. Fuck. She’s perfect. I run my tongue slowly from her entrance to her clit, and she jerks like I zapped her with a live wire.
“Oliver!” she chokes out, voice already trembling.
God, I’ll never get enough of this. I lap at her slit, probing her opening with my tongue, then swirl it around her clit until her whole body is fucking shaking.
I feast on her, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it hard with my tongue while I work two fingers inside her. She’s tight and hot and so fucking ready, her inner walls clamp down and suck my fingers deeper. Holy hell, she’s tight. Her entire body arches up off the couch as I work my fingers inside her, and the way she clenches around me makes my cock throb so hard I almost see stars.
“Oh my God—” Cydney’s voice breaks, nothing but raw need. She’s completely exposed, hips grinding against my mouth, desperate for more.
I don’t let up. I curl my fingers just right, hitting her sweet spot on every stroke while my tongue flicks her clit until she’s making the most gorgeous, wrecked little noises I’ve ever heard. Her thighs tremble and snap tight around my head as she begs me not to stop.
That’s fine by me. I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve tasted every drop she has for me.
7
cydney
I’m gone. Obliterated. There is zero left of me except for a shaking, whimpering, Oliver-fueled mess.
He eats me like I’m the world’s best-tasting dessert. His talented tongue works me mercilessly while his fingers stroke me with an intensity that shouldn’t be legal. My body isn’t just climbing the mountain. It’s doing Olympic-level pole vaults over the top. Every stroke, every suck on my clit, every filthy growl vibrating my thighs sends me closer to the edge.
The world explodes around me, and I scream his name while my hips buck up into his face like I can’t get enough, except I literally can’t take another second. My head slams back, fingers sinking so deep in his hair I’m practically yanking it out by the roots.
“Oliver, I—” I can’t even finish the thought.
He doesn’t stop. Not for a microsecond. He keeps lapping with his greedy tongue while his hands hold me down for him to devour every bit of me.
When I finally stop seeing stars, he looks up at me, mouth wet, eyes blazing with a hunger that honestly should come with a parental advisory.
“Perfect,” he snarls, voice deep and rough. “Fucking perfect. You’ve got no idea how good you taste, Cydney.” His lips are slick with me, his fingers still idly stroking circles over my clit like he’s winding me up for round two.