Deep Dive: An enemies-to-lovers billionaire romance (Deep Love Series) by Lauren Winter (best fiction books of all time TXT) 📗
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Then, with a deep, heavy shudder, I finally reach the peak of my pleasure and tumble over as if falling over a cliff. While I am still trying to catch my breath, he reaches up and kisses me. I can taste myself on him, sweet and tangy, and commingled in with his scent. My skin tingles with the heat of the afterglow, and my breasts ache for more of his touch. His large, powerful hands find my breasts and graze the tips with his thumbs. I shudder and he laughs. My whole body is so sensitive because of his touches, the light ocean breeze, and the swaying of the boat. He nips at my earlobe and I shyly reach my fingers down to encircle his length. His molten member is engorged and pulsating. Under the encouragement of his hooded gaze, I wrap my shaking fingers around it. It is smooth and velvety, not at all what I expected. A thick vein runs along its length, feeding the engorged head. Drops of dewy precum form at the thick tip and drip down along the underside. It stirs under my touch as if it has a mind of its own. He watches me with unbridled lust in his eyes.
Gingerly, I lower my head and place my mouth on his girth. He grunts in surprise. I carefully wrap my lips around the tip of his shaft and struggle to fit the monstrous thing into my mouth. Like the virgin that I am, I wonder how this thing is going to fit inside of me, and then I decide to not worry about it. If this were a real problem, most people wouldn’t even be born.
His cock tastes salty, I don’t know if it’s him or the seawater that is still dripping off of him. I let it glide deeper into my mouth, toward the back of my throat. He shuts his eyes and groans. Judging from the tightening of his brows and lips, I am doing something right. I bob my head up and down and swirl my tongue playfully over the round tip each time I pull back.
His fingers dig into the mass of my hair and he cracks a grin at me. He pants between words, tensing his muscles and struggling to maintain control. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” A small, guttural moan escapes his throat and I smile quietly to myself. I love the sense of power. I love how I can bring this towering adonis to his knees with just a gentle flick of my tongue.
He places a gentle hand on the back of my head, guiding me and relinquishing even more power to me. I love the way he tastes. Salty yet tangy. I want to explore every nerve and sinew with my tongue. I want to make him lose his mind with just my mouth.
But even in the heat of the moment, he is still guiding me. The pressure of his hand on my head increases and quickens. All I see is a blur now. Then, with a few last pumps of my lips, he comes in short, heavy spurts. I lap up every milky drop as he groans, completely giving himself to me.
I have never felt more powerful.
I am the girl who was too shy to change her clothes in the middle school locker room. The quiet one who never had a boyfriend or even got asked out to a dance. I never liked the way I looked. I wasn’t fair and blond like my mom. Nor was I wispy and leggy like the other girls at school.
But being with Fletcher makes me feel beautiful. He looks at me as if I’m the most gorgeous thing he has ever seen. He devours me with his eyes and his hungry look shakes me to my core. I love the way he looks at me.
I also love that I can bring him to his knees with just my tongue.
His dark eyes pop open. Within the second, he is on top of me again as his tongue and fingers find the most delicate parts of my body. It’s payback time, his dark hazel eyes seem to say. His lust burns with an intensity that both arouses and scares me. I don’t have time to think or even feel fear. My body is humming with equal desire. I don’t care what will happen in the future. Now is all that matters.
Are you sure? His eyes seem to ask me.
“Yes!” I answer with my lips and my body.
He aims his manhood squarely at my center. They seem to be made for each other. One long and hard, the other soft and delicate.
I can feel the thick round tip pushing up against my nether lips. I mew softly, like a kitten. He chuckles. The noise even surprises me.
The owner of the manhood throws his head back, his dark hair tousles over his deep-set eyes. It is that look again. It is as if I am his prey. Nowhere to run. I am his. My blood riles as I open myself completely to receive his length.
He enters me carefully at first. A sob escapes my throat, and he stops. A concerned look in his hooded eyes. Before he can turn away, I clutch his shoulders and urge him forward with a shove of my thighs. Lust clouds over and replaces the concern in his eyes. His hips jut forward and I become thoroughly his. So this is what it feels like. My whole body clenches with pain and desire. Our bodies undulate, finding each other’s rhythm and receiving and giving even more pleasure. Soon the
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