Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Maybe it’s just this guy’s stupid sexy forearms and his low, growling voice.
Whatever it is, I want him.
“Would you be upset if it was?” I whisper.
“Not even a little bit,” he says.
And he kisses me like he’s trying to save my life.
His taste assaults me. Grass and whiskey and champagne. His purr of pleasure as our tongues dance drives a spike of need deep into my core. His lips are both firm and soft, and there’s nothing tentative about him, nothing probing or uncertain. He wants this kiss. He’s taking this kiss. God, it feels so good, a shiver rolling down into my spine.
We hold that kiss for seconds, hours, a lifetime—
Until he pulls me into his lap, my legs spread and straddling him. I blink rapidly in surprise and can feel something thick and stiff between my legs and—holy shit, that’s him.
His eyes burn into mine as he kisses me. I throw myself into the moment, pushing back all my worries and fears.
I’ve lived a life of suffering for a long time now, and this glimpse of pleasure is like an oasis. This is my one night to feel something better, and although I know it’s a huge risk, I can’t stop myself.
After a long, sensual kiss, he pulls back and lifts the bottle of champagne to his mouth. He takes a pull then tilts my chin back and pours some into my mouth. I swallow the bubbles and he kisses me again. I taste the tingling champagne on his tongue as I slowly grind my hips against him.
“That’s good,” he whispers and feeds me more. I feel tipsy and happy, and there’s a perfect intense build between my legs. “Nice and slow.”
“I fully expected to kick you out,” I say and take the champagne from him, this time pouring some into his mouth. He swallows and leans back, hands behind his head as I grind harder and faster, panting softly, trying not to make whimpering moaning noises as pleasure blooms inside my skull.
All the voices telling me to stop, to get out, to run away, are silenced the second he reaches out and grips my ass. “Why did you let me stay then?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I say and lean forward to hold onto the couch as his fingers dig into my ass. “You seem very polite. Like—ah, fuck—a perfect gentleman.”
“What a shame. You were very wrong about me.”
“A real fucking shame.”
He chuckles and bites my lower lip. “I like it when you curse.”
“Yeah? I’ve been told I have a potty mouth. It’s not my best trait.”
“No, Camille, you have a lovely mouth. You have lips I could taste for days on end.”
I take the champagne bottle from him, feeling stupid and happy and foolish, and place the open end in my mouth like I’m sucking his cock. I hold it there for a moment, staring into his eyes, and I feel him pulsing between my legs as I tilt my head back and swallow a couple drops, leaving only a little bit left.
He releases a sultry and incredible growl before pushing me down onto the couch, pinning me there. He takes the bottle, sets it on the floor, and proceeds to kiss my mouth, neck, chest, slowly stripping off my jeans. My shoes clatter to the floor, and soon I’m wearing nothing on the bottom. That beast kisses my inner thigh, his hands reaching up my top and teasing my breasts. He licks me gently, nibbling closer and closer to the heat between my legs.
“For such a big bastard, you really can be very—”
“Tender?” he asks as he slides two massive fingers inside of my dripping pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, mind blazing and suddenly blank as pleasure rips down my spine.
“Lovely Camille,” he whispers, licking and kissing my clit. I run my fingers through his thick hair, loving the way he says my name, but also the way he licks my pussy and slides his meaty fingers inside. I’m twitching, shaking, back arched—
He reaches down and picks up the champagne bottle. Before I can say a word, he pours the last little bit over my pussy.
I gasp at the sudden bubbling cold.
I try to wriggle away but he holds me down and sucks the champagne from my clit and the folds of my pussy, licking me clean, making these filthy delighted noises as he does it.
“Fuck, Evander, you need to warn a girl before you drench her in champagne.” He slides his fingers in deep, silencing me as a low moan wrenches itself from my throat.
“I couldn’t help myself. You taste too good.”
My head rolls back in sudden ecstasy. I gasp, back arching. He slides his fingers in and out faster, going in deep and curling them, before he pulls back out and licks them clean.
“Holy shit,” I say, panting and flushed and right on the edge of something incredible. “Please, don’t stop.”