Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
"What are you doing?"
"Getting you naked." She throws my words back at me with a vixen smile. "You need to be touched, but you've got far too many clothes on."
"Rebel, little one." I groan as her hand brushes over my erection. "Don't tempt a desperate man. I don't have the control tonight."
"Good." Her blue eyes meet mine, full of intent as she tugs my zipper down. "Lose control then, Kellan. Make love to me."
Jesus. There's no resisting the carnal command in her voice or the desire burning in her eyes. I want this too goddamn badly to even try.
One palm lands against my abdomen, setting me on fire as she works to get my pants off. I don't try to stop her this time. She can do whatever she wants, have what she wants. So long as her hands are on me, I'm hers to command.
The tip of her tongue pokes from between her lips as she concentrates on getting my pants down over my hips. As soon as she realizes I'm not wearing anything underneath them, her eyes darken.
"You don't have it covered." She's so cute. I've had my tongue in her ass, and she's been in a damn sex club, but she still can't say cock.
"Didn't want to take the time when I knew you needed me."
"Excuses, excuses." Her hair brushes across my cock as she leans over me. "You're supposed to keep him wrapped up for me when you're in public, Kellan."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she breathes, running her lips down the plane of my stomach.
My muscles contract beneath her mouth, my entire body reacting to her. Christ. She's barely even touched me, and I'm already a livewire.
"Maybe you should do something about it then, Parker," I growl.
"Plan on it, Superstar." She works her way down my body, driving me crazy with that hot little mouth.
The ends of her hair brush my cock again and again, torturing me. But she doesn't put her hands on me. She doesn't put her mouth on me, either. I grit my teeth, trying to be patient. But I've been patient too damn long already. I need her like I need air.
"Get your mouth on my dick, Rebel," I demand, delving one hand into the mass of her hair. "Before I decide to ruin your fun."
Her quiet laughter floats up to me. Her breath blows across the head of my cock.
I shout her name as she wraps her little hand around my shaft and sucks me into her mouth. She doesn't go slow or take her time doing it. She goes right for it, wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and taking me deep.
My hips lift from the bed, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head.
"Fucking hell, Rebel." I fist her hair, on the verge of losing my damn mind. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"
"Dionysus." She pulls back, licking all over the head of my cock. "I watched a woman doing it. Am I doing it right?"
Is she doing it right? Jesus Christ. She's about to make me lose it, and she's asking if she's doing it right.
"God, yeah, little one."
A proud smile lights her up before she pulls me back into her mouth again, humming around my cock. Her lips stretch wide around me as she plunges down, taking as much of me as possible.
I growl a string of curses, trying like hell to keep from coming down her throat.
As soon as she pulls back to take a breath, I lunge, flipping her onto her back.
"Hey!"
I cut her off with my lips on hers, stealing her protest. She moans, melting beneath me. Somehow, I manage to get her leggings and panties off—she's actually wearing those tonight, thank God—without separating from her mouth. I can't stop kissing her. I don't want to stop. This woman owns me, every fucking inch.
"Kellan!" she cries my name, her hips jolting upward as I part her folds, going straight for her clit. She's soaked already, her clit hard and swollen.
I play with her, driving her to the brink of orgasm before I prowl down her body, replacing my hand with my mouth. She didn't take it easy on me, so I don't take it easy on her. I attack her pussy like I'm starved for it.
She shouts my name, her hips bucking beneath me.
I grunt, spreading her wide to devour her. She explodes on my tongue, chanting my name. I don't stop. I don't even slow down. She tries to squirm away, but I pin her hips to the bed and keep going, plunging my tongue into her little fuckhole and then flicking it against her back entrance. I make a mess of her, leaving her in ruins.
She babbles and pleads, her hands locked in my hair.
"Is this out of control enough for you, Rebel?" I growl, pressing my thumb against her back entrance. I apply pressure, slowly pushing it into her. She squirms and sobs, rocking against my face. "Is this what you wanted?"