Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“So fucking pink and perfect. When we have more time, I’m going to eat this pussy for hours. Tell me that’s what you want.”
“I want you to eat my pussy.”
He bites his bottom lip as he flexes back and lines himself up perfectly to my entrance. I hold my breath, anticipation making my heart race.
“I love filthy words on your lips, baby. I’ve always wondered what it would sound like, what that obscenity would taste like.”
He presses forward, entering me at the same time his mouth descends on mine.
I inhale a gasp, the two sensations almost too much.
Although I didn’t risk it the other night, now I don’t hesitate to wrap my arms around him and try to pull him closer.
I don’t know if it’s the difference in him or the position, but there’s no doubt in my mind the third time he pulls back and shoves into me that the other night was a fluke. This man knows exactly what he’s doing.
We aren’t a minute into this and my body is already threatening to fall over the edge.
“Cash,” I moan, and I swear I feel a tremor run through his body.
The sound of his hips smacking against my body fills the air. I know I’m going to have to scrub every single inch of this kitchen, but the effort will be well worth it.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Play with that pussy, Ads.”
He shrugs off my arms when I don’t immediately release him.
“Now.”
I obey rather than telling him that I don’t need to touch myself. He’s going to make me come without it, but there’s nothing wrong with a little heightened sensation.
“Eyes open,” he growls. “Don’t fucking look away from me when I’m inside of you.”
I snap my eyes to him and slide my fingers over my clit at the same time. The result is electric, and my body clenches around him.
His jaw unhinges as my body starts to pulse around him. That devilish smile spreads across his entire face, and I revel in it. In all the years we’ve been friends, I’ve never seen this look. I think I might love it the most.
He’s still powering in and out of me, my body taking him willingly now. I have no doubt I’ll be sore when it’s over.
Overwhelmed with sensation, I pull my slick fingers from between my legs and press them to his lips.
He groans as he opens his mouth, licking my fingers before shoving forward one last time and pulsing inside of me.
I did nothing but let him have my body, but it has still left me panting for breath.
He presses his forehead against mine, his own breathing just as ragged.
“Fuck, that was perfect.”
I nod my head against his in agreement.
“I need my panties,” I whisper, loving the way his cheeks rise with his smile.
He steps back, groaning as he locks his eyes between my legs.
Now that it’s over, I’m more capable of feeling embarrassed, but then he reaches down, capturing the semen making a trail down my leg, and he presses it back into me.
“Don’t want any of that escaping,” he says, taking a little extra time to dip that finger into me twice more before stepping back.
He pulls my panties from his pocket, looking down at them as if there’s something wrong.
“What?” I ask when he drops down and holds them open for me to step into.
“I was planning on keeping these.”
Another rush of gooseflesh covers my skin.
That isn’t something he’s supposed to say. We aren’t hooking up for any other reason than to get pregnant. It didn’t work the way I thought it should the other night, so this is his correction. I can admit when I’m wrong, but I can’t allow my mind to read any more into it.
As soon as my panties are back up around my hips, I turn to wash my hands, feeling another rush of warmth coat my skin when I look back at him and see him with his finger in his mouth.
I’ve only ever read in books where a man was okay with tasting his own cum, but Lord alive, the sight of him doing it makes me want to head out front and lock the door so we can have the day to act out every scene in the book he clearly went home and read last night. There’s something in chapter nineteen that really piqued my interest.
I take a deep breath and step away from the sink so he can wash up. Instead of sticking around for the awkward part, I grab an apron, pull it over my head, and turn to go to the front of the bakery.
“Chase!” I screech when I see Madison’s fiancé standing in front of the display case.
“Adalynn,” he says, his eyes going to my hair.
I lift my hand to the mess of waves, but I have no doubt it looks crazy with the way Cash was fisting it not long ago.