Her Shelter (Angels Halo MC Next Gen Book 6) by Terri Browning (best ebook reader for laptop .txt) 📗

size became somewhat intimidating. Licking my lips, I tried to wrap my fingers around him once again, but there was a good half-inch gap between my thumb and other fingers.

I had no idea how he was going to fit inside me, but my core clenched at the thought of how far his girth would stretch me. Pressing my thighs together in hopes of containing the renewed ache in my center, I lowered my head until my tongue could swipe over the sticky tip.

He jerked at the first contact, and I shot my eyes to his face. His eyes were clenched shut, and his hands were fisted on either side of him, while his chest lifted and fell in heavy pants. Seeing how such a minuscule touch of my mouth to his most intimate body part caused him to react gave me a sense of power and confidence.

Tightening my grasp, I circled the angry red tip with my tongue before licking down the underside of his cock. The silk-covered steel was so hot to the touch, I wondered if it would burst into flames. When I reached the root, my nose brushed over his balls, and he slapped his hands down on the bed, his fingers clenching in the covers, as if he were aching to reach for me but was forcing himself to let me explore.

Licking back to the tip, I took a deep breath and sucked as much of him as I could into my mouth. When it brushed the back of my throat, I gagged and popped him out of my mouth, gasping for breath. His eyes snapped open, his brow pulled together with concern, but I only smiled and lowered my head again.

This time, I forced my throat to relax and took a little more of him. His entire body began to shake, and I sucked a little harder. My mouth was stretched to the limit, almost to the point of pain. My lips felt swollen as I bobbed my head up and down on him, teaching myself to take more and more of him each time, while both my hands stroked the lower part of his shaft that I couldn’t fit into my mouth.

I was having fun, actually enjoying the feel of his tip tickling the back of my throat. I’d discovered that swallowing made his thighs shake, hard, and I loved torturing him with it.

His hands in my hair surprised me. Moving quickly, he pulled me off his cock and grasped the root, pumping twice before it erupted. Thick ropes of his release landed on his chiseled abs as he sucked in one deep breath after another. When the last drop dripped from the tip, he grasped my hips and pulled me to him, hugging me tight as he tried to catch his breath.

Long minutes passed before he drew back to look down at me. “You are the most amazing treasure. You can’t leave me. Not ever.”

“I don’t want to leave you,” I signed. “Just thinking about it hurts, Max.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you away.” He brushed his lips over mine in a kiss that was so tender, it brought tears to my eyes. I held on to him, never wanting to let go, wanting the kiss to go on forever.

But eventually, we both had to come up for air, and he pressed his forehead to mine. I snuggled closer to him, needing his body heat since I was getting chilled from being naked.

“Let’s take a shower,” he suggested, getting to his feet. “I need to get us both cleaned up before I make us some breakfast.” His gaze went to the clock, and his jaw clenched. “I have to be at work in an hour.”

Disappointment hit me hard, but I quickly pushed it down. Of course he had work. I couldn’t expect him to hang out with me all day. He had a life outside of me.

He tipped up my chin so my gaze went to his mouth. “It’s Saturday, little treasure. I only have to work half a day, and then I’ll be right back here to love on you some more.”

My heart soared, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted me, my legs going automatically around his waist as he carried me to the bathroom. With me still wrapped around him, he turned on the shower and let it heat. As it did, he pressed me up against the wall beside the stall door and devoured my mouth.

There were no clothes to block our intimate parts from brushing against each other. His cock was steel-hard again and brushed over my center, making me claw at his back from how exquisite the pleasure was. His chest rumbled from his groan as he opened the shower door and walked inside with me still tangled around him.

I unwrapped my legs from around him and slid down his long, hard body, but he didn’t allow me to put more than a few inches between us. Turning me so the spray poured over my head, he grabbed my new bottle of shampoo and lathered my hair. His fingers were thick and magical as he massaged my scalp.

My head fell back on my shoulders, my neck no longer strong enough to hold it up. He grinned at my reaction before massaging down my back all the way to my bottom. Gripping each globe in his hands, he squeezed firmly, causing my center to drip my need down the inside of my thighs.

“So beautiful,” he said, his metallic-blue eyes caressing me. “Tell me you’re mine, Delaney.”

The need to hear someone’s voice had never been so strong as it was right then. I ached to hear him say my name. “I’m yours,” I mouthed, unsure if he could hear me or not. I didn’t speak often, mostly because I didn’t have anyone to speak to. It felt almost alien to do it, but I missed it almost as much as I