Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I squeezed my eyes closed and breathed out roughly before saying, “Thinking that though I’ve had sex, I don’t think I know what sex really is.”
He chuckled, his voice raspy and dark.
“That’s because you’ve wanted me for a long time, and no one will ever compare to me,” he declared.
He was right.
Nobody was ever him, no matter how hard I tried to make that impossibility a reality.
He started to move down the length of my body, his hand dropping my own, before saying, “Hold on to that rack above your head.”
I looked up instead of watching him go down to his knees.
What I saw was a sturdy-looking towel rack made out of old pipe.
The moment my hands closed around it, I felt a pinch on the skin right above my pubic area.
When I looked down, I saw him biting that skin, and my knees went weak.
To see a man as strong and confident as Cassius on his knees made my heart hammer and my knee joints feel like they were filled with Jell-O.
One strong hand trailed down the length of my thigh, starting at the top and working its way down my calf, then he caught my ankle and rested it over his shoulder.
So there I was, balancing on one leg when he leaned forward and buried his face between my legs.
He inhaled deeply, and a throaty groan left his throat.
I licked my lips, my fingers twitching on the metal bars above my head, and contemplated reaching down and burying my fingers in his hair.
But then he leaned his head in such a way that he could look into my eyes and took his first taste of me.
Never, ever had I had a man between my legs with his mouth. It’d always felt too intimate.
So when I looked down at Cassius there, where I’d always wanted him, I felt like one of my dreams had just come true.
And no way in hell was I going to do anything to make him stop.
My fingers gripped the metal pipe harder, and I shakily held my position as he continued to eat the holy hell out of my pussy. It was as if he was a starving man enjoying his last meal.
He devoured me in every way it counted.
He licked, sucked, and swirled that tongue over every single inch of exposed flesh. He fucked me with that tongue. He buried his face in my folds and practically suffocated himself.
He ate me like a man possessed.
As if he only had one job on Earth, and that was to make me feel like I was cherished and needed.
And oh, boy, did he ever accomplish that job.
By the time his fingers plunged into my depths, my body was damn near quaking, and my single leg was on the verge of giving out.
Feeling that inevitability, he stood up, caught me around the waist, and walked me to the bedroom, where he proceeded to lay me down on the bed.
The bed sank and rolled, letting me know that there was something very unique about what I was lying on. A waterbed. Wow, I hadn’t been aware they even made them anymore.
But before I could put much thought into the bed, he went back between my legs, buried his fingers into my sheath one more time, and proceeded to change my life.
I screamed.
I screamed and flailed, and my fucking fingers buried their way into his hair, pulling him into my body as an orgasm ripped through me with such ferocity that my voice was hoarse by the time I was through.
My limbs flopped back to the bed like a fish, and my eyes closed as my chest heaved.
I felt him move off of me, but I was too lost in the grips of my post-orgasmic haze that I didn’t notice he was naked until he was there, filling me with one brutal thrust.
I gasped, my back arched, and all those nerve endings that I thought were asleep proved that they were most certainly awake.
My eyes came open with a snap, and I saw him above me looking at me with a look on his face that was nothing short of awed.
“You’re really goddamn tight,” he gritted through his teeth, tendons straining in his neck as he held himself aloft over me. “And wet.”
I buried my heels in the bed and lifted my pelvis, urging him deeper.
He slid in farther, pulled back, and thrust back inside.
He did this until he glided into and out of me in smooth, deep strokes that were sending tiny aftershocks of bliss through me. All the while, he held my gaze and looked so deep into my eyes I felt like he could detect every single one of my secrets.
Like I never wanted him to stop.
I wanted this forever.
And I wanted him to love me the way I loved him.