Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
I am here. I am here. I am here.
The silent chant moves through my body in time to my frantic heartbeat.
When I finally float back to earth, I smile. I feel exquisitely, joyfully alive.
But when I open my eyes, I see that Sawyer’s face is tight with emotion. I can’t read him. All I know is his eyes are lit up like twin blue flames, somehow hot and icy cold all at once.
He’s got an almost … bewildered look on his face, like he can’t believe how good this is either.
We’ve known each other for, what, a few hours? And already this is the best sex I’ve had in years.
Maybe ever.
“What?” I ask.
“Just.” He blows out a breath. “You. So fucking pretty when you smile. I can’t—goddamn it, Ava.”
Before I know what’s happening, he’s flipping me onto my back and climbing over me. His dick slips out, but then he tosses one of my legs over his shoulder and uses his hand to guide himself back to my entrance. He slides home on a deep, hard stroke before capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss.
He thrusts once, twice. Three times. All deep enough to have me crying out again. The ferocity of his kiss, the rough, wild way his body moves over mine—it’s overwhelmingly sexy.
I am legitimately overwhelmed by how much this man seems to want me.
I fucking love it.
He’s an animal when he pounds into me, pinning me to the mattress with his enormous weight so that I can barely breathe.
But I’m the animal when he suddenly pulls out, my leg slipping from his shoulder, and he falls back on his haunches. My pulse skips a beat when I see him rip off the condom and toss it aside. I stare at his cock and lick my lips, unapologetically thirsty for his taste.
“Gimme,” I bite out.
Fisting himself, he meets my eyes as he rolls onto his back, bending his other arm behind his head. “I’d love for you to swallow. All of me. Whatever I give you.”
The need between my legs coils tighter. “Gimme.”
“You gonna just say the word? Or you gonna show me how pretty you look with my dick in your mouth?”
I’m gripped by a full-body tingle. He’s being lewd. Obscene, even.
And I have never been more turned on in my life, even after the epic orgasm I experienced a minute ago.
It’s obvious this guy is crazy for me. He’s hanging by a thread. So instead of feeling demeaned by his assertiveness, I feel empowered.
I can do no wrong here.
In that vein, I get on all fours and crawl to his side of the bed. He watches me, eyes going dark as he strokes himself.
I swat away his hand, wrapping my own around his length. “This is for me, cowboy. Only me.”
He grits his teeth. “You best put your money where your mouth is.”
Grinning, I tuck my hair behind my ears and lick his tip. He groans, his hips jerking. I taste salt and heat. His skin is velvety here, soft to the touch.
I suck his head into my mouth. He puts a hand on the back of my head at the same moment I bob down, careful not to catch him with my teeth.
“That’s a good girl. Such a—” His breath catches and his abdominals contract when I take him deeper, his tip meeting the soft palate at the back of my throat. “Jesus, you’re so good at this, Ava. I wanna see you gag. Think you can do that?”
I meet his eyes. Yes.
He pushes my head down. I take him as deep as I can, so deep that my gag reflex comes alive. My eyes water and he immediately takes his hand off my head. But I keep going.
I bob up. Down. I work his shaft with my hand, keeping a firm grip. He rocks his hips, letting out these little moans as he fucks my mouth.
“Aw, pretty girl, you got me so close already.” He puts a hand on my face. “I love the look of you with my dick in your mouth. Now show me how good you swallow, yeah?”
I increase my speed. So does he. Together we milk him until his hips jerk and he bites out, “Fuck.”
A burst of salty heat fills my mouth. I continue to pump my hand as I swallow, and swallow, and swallow. There’s so much of him that I worry I’ll choke.
Just when I think I can’t take any more, his body goes limp. The barrel of his chest rises and falls as he struggles to catch his breath.
His eyes are on my face. It strikes me that he’s rarely taken them off me all night. Not at the honky-tonk. Not in the lobby. Not here in this bed. It’s like everything I do—my every movement, every expression—fascinates him.