Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
She sucks in a breath on contact and holds it.
“Breathe, princess.”
She lets it out in a big whoosh, and I continue. It’s like I’ve kept it to myself for so long, now I can’t wait to tell her everything. “I think about you all the time. I want to hold you, touch you, taste you. I want to feel your naked body against mine. I want to bury myself so deep inside you that I don’t know where I end and you begin.”
She’s arching her back, pressing her ass against my hardness, gyrating her hips as I trail my hands up and cup each of her breasts. She moans as I knead her, plucking at her hard tips. “Give me your mouth, Lila.”
She turns her head to the side, and I capture her mouth with mine. I let one hand trail down her body and cup her pussy. She moans, and I turn her in my arms so I can deepen the kiss. I slide my hand into the front of her panties and stroke my finger through her wet folds. She’s soaked.
Her hand slides down my body, and before I can even think about stopping her, she has my shorts down around my thighs and her hand wrapped around my hard girth.
I pull my mouth from hers. “Fuck.”
She smiles, obviously liking the control she has over me. She starts to slide to her knees and stops. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”
I grab her hand, praying she hasn’t changed her mind. “Where are you going?”
She pulls away and walks a few steps to the dining table. “Just right here.”
She walks back to me with a chair and sets it down behind me and then gently pushes me into it. When she drops to her knees in front of me, I think for sure I’ve died and gone to heaven.
She’s staring at my throbbing dick, and if possible, it gets even harder under her scrutiny. She reaches out and touches the tip, smearing the precum. “Fuckkkkk!” I groan.
She leans in and presses a kiss to me. Through hooded eyes, I watch as she becomes acquainted with my dick.
She strokes me with her hand, and when she presses her tongue to me, I’m a goner. Everything inside me is screaming to put my hand on the back of her head, but instead, I grip the seat of my chair and try not to come like some schoolboy.
She massages my balls, squeezing them, and when she moans with my dick in her mouth, I release my chair and plunge my fingers through her hair, tugging her off me.
“Take your shirt off,” I demand.
She blinks up at me, and the insecurity I see glaring back at me floors me. How can she not know how beautiful she is?
She looks around the room, and I realize she’s looking for a light switch. “Do, uh, you want me to dim the lights a little bit?”
She starts to get up, and I stop her with a hand on her shoulder. “Hell no, I don’t want the lights off. I want to see you.”
“Ace—” she starts, shaking her head.
I lean forward and grab the front of her shirt, pulling her to me. “Princess, before the night is over, I’m going to see and taste every inch of your body. I don’t want you to hide anything from me.”
I grab the hem of her shirt and wait. The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before she pulls her shirt off.
In nothing but her panties, she’s a fuckin’ goddess. My hands are itching to touch her. Fuck, I can’t believe she’s going to be mine. For tonight, anyway.
Chapter 14
Lila
I sit here almost completely naked, lights glaring, and I’m on the verge of freaking out.
Ace is staring at me, openly sliding his gaze across my body. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
Normally, I’d roll my eyes, but there’s something in his voice that catches me off guard. He’s not joking. He’s not just saying it to make me feel better or anything like that; he truly means it. Ace Tucker thinks I’m beautiful.
My nipples pebble under his scrutiny, and I can feel the slick heat of my arousal on my inner thighs.
I slide my hands up his thighs to go back to what I was doing, but it seems he has plans of his own. He lifts me under the arms until I’m standing up. He goes to stand and forgets the boot he’s wearing and staggers awkwardly. “Fuckin’ boot.”
I put a hand to his chest because I don’t want him to hurt himself. He covers my hand with his own. “The things I want to do to you.”
I bring my hand up to cup his face. I know he’s frustrated. He’s a man that likes to be in control, and I know his injury is killing him. “You can do whatever you want. Literally, any way you want me, you can have me. But there’s no reason to break something while doing it.”