Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Alice knows better than to respond right now. Even if she wanted to, any thought she has goes right out of her mind as I press my tongue into her dripping valley, lapping up her juices which have already begun to drip down her inner thighs.
A moan escapes her lips as I spread her cheeks and press my face in deeper. I want more. I want to devour her. I want to pleasure her to the point where she can no longer function and has to go home early.
“Damien…”
I slide my tongue through her tiny slit again and then flatten it against her delicious little nub. This causes her whole body to quiver, but it’s nothing compared to what happens when I take that sweet little button between my lips and begin to suck.
“Oh my God!” Alice has to clasp her hands over her mouth to quiet herself as I increase the pressure and watch her body react, shaking more and more violently as I drag her closer and closer toward release.
Alice snatches a cushion from the couch and buries her face into it, then lets out a muffled scream as her climax takes over. Her thighs squeeze down on my cheeks as she comes, and I smile into her pussy, clamping my hands down on her ass as she squirms, keeping my tongue pressed down on her clit.
That’s it. That’s my girl.
Moisture spills from her sex, coating my lips and chin before I finally release her and allow her to fall forward onto the couch. She instantly folds into the fetal position, one hand pressed over her pussy as she sips quick breaths of air.
“Holy shit!” she gasps. “You’re–you’re incredible!”
I stand and look down at her. “I know.” I smile.
I turn and reach for my pants, at which point Alice sits up and grabs my hand. She pulls me around to face her, looking at me with pleading eyes. “You’re not going to…?”
She flicks a quick glance down at my cock, and I chuckle, take her under her arms, and lift her to her feet.
“Fuck you?” I ask. “Alice, you think I’m going to take your virginity here? Now? While anyone could just walk in on us and spoil that very special moment?” I shake my head. “No. I’ll take your cherry, baby. But tonight. When we can make it special.”
7
ALICE
I’m nervous as I prep for Damien’s arrival. When leaving the office, he said to expect him at 8, but I assume he’ll be late as usual. It’s 7:55 now, and I’m mostly put together, which means I’ll have plenty of time to sit around and anxiously think about how tonight is going to go.
Losing my virginity at 35 years old…
I’m sure no one would suspect that of me. They probably all think I have had secret relationships with men who I force to sign NDAs if they ever open their mouths about anything we’ve done. Because after all, how could Alice Dupont ever be lacking anything in life, right?
Everything looks perfect from the outside…
I’m just sitting down on the couch with a book when I hear a knock at the door. Surprised, I check the time: 8 o’clock on the nose.
“Yes?” I call out. No response.
Could it actually be Damien arriving on time?
I get up and check the camera showing outside in the hall, and sure enough, Damien is standing there, cool as a cucumber, hands in his pockets, clearly waiting for me to let him in.
My heartrate leaps, and I instantly rush over to a mirror and check myself over once more. I don’t know why I’m freaking out so much. This man had his face buried between my thighs earlier today and I wasn’t self-conscious about it, but now I’m freaking out over a tiny stand of hair that looks out of place.
I fix it before going to the door and opening it.
“It’s you.” I don’t know why I say that, and I instantly feel like an idiot. Luckily, Damien smiles.
“It’s me.” Again, he strides right into my penthouse like he owns it, but this time, he takes me firmly by the wrist, forcing me to follow behind him as he walks straight into my bedroom.
Oh my God. This is really going to happen, isn’t it?
“I–I don’t have the collar on–” I stammer as he spins me and pushes me down onto the bed.
I’m lying on my back looking up at him. He’s wearing loafers and a gray suit that looks like it costs more than anything the guys in my office would wear. How could he afford something like that doing what he does?
“We don’t need the collar right now,” he says. “Just so long as you listen to me and do as I say. You can do that, right?”
I nod emphatically, instantly wet and tingling all over.