Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Cannon hums as I squeeze him. “Fuck yes,” he mutters as I work his zipper open to release him. We definitely don’t have time to get naked for sex, but I am up to the challenge of getting Cannon off just as fast as he did me.
I start to lower onto my knees, but Cannon takes hold of my arm. “Wait a minute.”
He leans over, nabs a pillow I’d bought at Target to brighten up the dingy couch, and drops it to the ground at my feet with a grin. “Don’t want you to bruise those pretty knees with you wearing a dress and all.”
“You’re so sweet,” I say as I drop down, still holding him in my hand. I look up, the end of his dick hovering before my mouth.
“Jesus… I’m never going to be able to watch the Wizard of Oz again and not get a hard-on for Dorothy.”
I’m going to make sure of that.
I lick Cannon from base to tip, taking much satisfaction when his palm slaps against the wall as if to hold himself up. I then take him into my mouth, and oh God… the taste of him and the animalistic sound he makes shoots a pang of need between my legs.
Moving on him with hollowed cheeks and my hand working counterstrokes, I have Cannon making noises I’ve never heard before. One of his hands wraps around one of my braids, and he tugs at it playfully.
I glance up and almost combust over the lust in his eyes as he stares down at me. It makes me feel powerful, and while I have no desire to bring this man metaphorically to his knees, I want to give him the ultimate pleasure.
Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the feel of him in my mouth, the way he begs me to go faster one moment and slow the next, how his hips thrust into me.
“Ava,” Cannon croaks, and I can tell he’s about ready to warn me to pull off. I merely suck on him hard, put one hand to his ass to hold him close, and issue a tiny growl of warning that he better stay right where he is.
That’s all it takes before he comes with a strangled grunt, and I swallow the flow of his release with my eyes closed and a hum of approval.
“Christ, you’re perfect,” Cannon mutters as he hauls me up and kisses me swiftly. Leaning back, he grins. “Better go fix your lipstick, Dorothy.”
Laughing, I pull away from him. “Better zip up your pants, Lion.”
“Lion?” he asks as he tucks himself away.
I grab a bag from my kitchen table and pull out his costume, tossing it toward him.
Cannon grimaces as he shakes it out, and I put my hand to my mouth to keep from laughing.
“I’m the Cowardly Lion?” he asks as he eyeballs it.
“They only had the Cowardly Lion or a flying monkey left.”
“I think I would have liked the monkey better,” he mutters. “Jesus, Ava… it looks like a huge onesie pajama. Like that pink bunny one in A Christmas Story.”
I lose it because he’s not wrong. It’s fuzzy with loads of mane fur around the head and big, floppy lion paws. I got it because it was ridiculous, and I knew Cannon would find it hilarious.
“It’s perfectly you,” I say.
His eyes cut to me, and the faux disdain melts away. “Yeah… I kind of dig it. But not sure I’d be this magnanimous if Dorothy didn’t just give me the best blow job ever.”
Cannon puts it back in the bag. “I’ll put it on at the arena after we decorate the car. It’s too bulky.”
“Okay. I really do need to fix my lipstick, and God only knows what my hair looks like.” I start to turn for my bathroom but freeze as I notice Cannon finally taking a good long look at my apartment. I just let the man finger me to an orgasm and then come in my mouth—you’d think I wouldn’t have anything to be embarrassed about. But I find myself apologizing. “This place is a dump. I’m so sorry.”
I squat to pick up the pillow, put it on the couch, and fluff it as if it will make this place miraculously look like a home from Architectural Digest.
Cannon takes my wrist and pulls me straight to him. “What’s all this?”
“Nothing. I just… my apartment is crappy, and I’m embarrassed.”
“But why?”
I shrug, gaze falling from his. “I guess it’s sort of an indication of how far I fell chasing the wrong man.”
“Hey,” Cannon says gently, causing my eyes to drift up to meet his. “This apartment isn’t an indication of how far you fell. It shows how resilient you are. You could have run home, been sitting by Mom and Dad’s pool sipping margaritas, but you chose to stick it out to prove to everyone you’re one badass woman.”