Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 124971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Riggs—” I was about to give him the okay to ravish me to a point of extinction when he dragged his hard-on against me, making my entire body clench in anticipation. My clit throbbed. I didn’t understand it. We’d touched for an entirety of eighty seconds, and I was already so close to the edge.
“Ahhhh.” I let my head drop to the floor, not caring about how filthy it was. “Please suck at oral. I cannot afford to be married to a sex legend.”
His muffled chuckles reverberated inside my body as his mouth moved slowly from my neck south. “You’re the best thing to happen to me this year, Poppins.”
I wished he hadn’t said that, because my systems were crashing all over to this statement. Moving from Goodness, he really likes me to Just this year? How seasonal. How small. How insignificant.
Before I could dwell on his last sentence, his mouth clamped onto one of my tits through my dress and bra, creating a warm, wet stain that engulfed it. I shivered, lust coursing through me. The pleasure was unbearable, and it built up even more when his hot mouth moved across my dress farther down, leaving damp, hot kisses I could feel through the fabric.
Then he did something terrible and decided to focus on kissing my hip bone, again and again and again. I wriggled and wailed, thrusting my groin up toward his face savagely. I’d never realized how sensitive that region of my body was. Each time his tongue swirled around my hip bone teasingly, I giggled, feeling a wetness pooling in my knickers.
“Please, just stop.” My teeth sank into my lower lip.
He stopped immediately, raising his head to look at me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I barked.
“You told me to stop.” He smirked.
“Ohmigod, continue!”
“Getting mixed signals over here.”
I took his hand and brazenly shoved it between my legs. Even through my knickers, my body gave a clear message. “I’m ready for the final act!”
“You’re really bossy for an employee, you know that?” Riggs finally—finally!—decided to put me out of my misery, flipping the hem of my dress up and reaching to stroke me through my underwear.
“I’m not wearing my employee hat,” I informed him, pressing against his hand, begging for more friction. “I’m wearing my wife hat.”
“Well, Mrs. Bates.” He tugged my knickers to one side, the tip of his index finger tracing my opening deliciously slow. “You may leave your metaphorical hat, but all the other clothing items, I’m getting rid of.”
He pushed my dress all the way up my neck and released my breasts from my bra without removing it, pushing it down. He dipped his head between my legs and, with my panties still drawn to one side, had his first taste of me.
I shuddered all over. “Had I known sex could be this way, I’d actually give it a real go.”
Riggs bit and nibbled, licked and stroked, but completely ignored my clit. I took it to mean he wanted to spare both of us the embarrassment of my reaching an orgasm before the event even started.
But this was almost worse. The bringing me to the edge, only to pull me away, was horrible. It was surreal. Watching his blond head between my legs and the backdrop of a summer field overlooking the abandoned prison we were in. I realized that one day I was going to remember this moment—replay it in my head countless times—as one of my sweetest, most cherished and joyful moments. I couldn’t, for the life of me, think of one moment with BJ that could compete with the total bliss I was feeling right now.
“I’m sorry,” Riggs groaned between my legs, his hands hiking up to catch my waist and pin me down so I couldn’t fidget.
“Sorry for what?” I mumbled, confused.
“I can no longer not pay attention to this beautiful clit of yours.”
His lips closed down on my clit, and he sucked on it hard before using the tip of his tongue to stroke it.
I fell apart. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. The sheer pleasure was so foreign, so potent, I thought I might expire in his hands.
Death by an orgasm. Not the most elegant way to go, but a lovely one nonetheless.
After my climax had subsided, Riggs fell next to me like a heavy beast, our shoulders brushing. I turned to him, grinning. “My turn.”
He shook his head. “I hate reciprocated oral sex. The second one to give the goods always does it out of obligation.”
I frowned. “That’s not true. I want to do that. I’ve been wanting to do that since . . .” I hesitated.
Riggs stared at me intently.
“Since I first saw you,” I admitted. “Oh, blast it. I said it out loud, didn’t I?”
“You did,” he confirmed. “And I believe you. But now’s not a good time.”