Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
When I get there, I lick slowly up to her clit, as her sweet taste coats my tongue.
“Oh god.” She moans, her hips bucking against my face.
I hum against her, causing vibrations to run up her body. As she groans, I lose all control. I lick and suck on her pussy as if it’s my last meal.
Her taste is as sweet as she is and I’m now addicted to it. I flick my tongue against her sensitive clit and the handcuffs bang against the wood again. It spurs me on and I feast on her. Licking, sucking, nipping.
I’m desperate to make her come.
“Paxton, I mean, Sir, don’t stop,” she cries out.
I grin at the correction, and it drives me wild. Maddening. Completely insane. She’s more than I ever expected and everything I’ve ever wanted.
Like I fucking crave her.
I want to tattoo her name across my chest, and carve her name with a knife into my skin. I want to savagely crush any man whoever looks her way ever again.
Fuck.
Her hips move against my face as I continue to push her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans get longer and louder, and her pussy becomes drenched as I continue my assault. My pulse races as I lick at her fast and hard.
I wrap my lips around her and suck on her clit, causing her to scream out as I hear those handcuffs rattling against the wood.
“I’m so close. Sir, make me come,” she pants out.
I nibble on her clit gently before I frantically lash against it with my tongue. Her cries of pleasure are all I hear and it’s fucking beautiful. My fingers dig harder into her knees as I suck on her clit.
“Yes,” she screams as her release rips through her.
I continue licking at her, taking everything she’s got to give. Her taste invades my mouth, and I shake with her because the intensity of the entire situation is otherworldly.
Once her cries subside and I’ve licked every drop, I lift my head and gaze up at her.
My heart slams against my chest when I see the look of absolute euphoria. Her eyes connect with mine, and I don’t know what it is, but something emotional and intense squeezes my chest.
“Fuck, Hartford, you’re incredible.” I move up her body and grin when my lips are a whisper away from hers. “You taste delicious.” I press my lips against hers as my hands squeeze her thighs. Our tongues tangle together and she moans, tasting herself. The handcuffs rattle above us and I find immense pleasure in the sound. That she wants to move her hands to touch me and she can’t—fuck, it’s a turn on.
I break the kiss and lean my forehead against hers, letting out a sigh. “Fucking amazing, Hartford.”
“That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”
I pull back just enough to gaze into her eyes and tilt my head. “It was, huh?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I cup her blushing cheeks and run my thumb across her soft lips. “That was just my mouth,” I breathe out.
Her eyes briefly close as a sigh escapes her.
“Imagine what my big cock would do.”
“Fuck.” She visibly swallows.
“You like that thought, don’t you? You’re now wondering how it would feel. How intense that orgasm would be. Right?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
I don’t know what we do from here, but every part of me wants to drag her out of here and finish this in my bed. I want to strip her down and show her what it would feel like to have my dick buried deep inside her.
Not willing to risk losing what is happening between us, I go for it.
“Is that what you want, Hartford? Because all you need to do is ask and it’ll fucking happen.”
Her eyes search mine as I silently plead with her to say yes.
Say yes, Hartford.
No more regrets.
Chapter Nineteen
Hartford
Paxton’s eyes search mine as he waits for my answer. What am I doing? This is Paxton. I wasn’t lying when I said that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, because it definitely was, but it was more than that. After he finished and our eyes crashed into each other, something changed. My heart exploded and built back bigger and better. With enough room for him to take charge of my heart. He owns it now.
I want to have sex with him. More than anything. But I don’t want to do it here with an audience.
“Uncuff me, Sir,” I say, wanting a moment to think.
He unlocks the handcuffs immediately, and I rub my wrists as soon as I’m free.
“Are you okay?” he asks. He carefully examines me and brings my wrist to his lips to press a soft kiss on the faint red mark. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shake my head. “Not at all.” I cup his face in my hands. “Take me back to your place and fuck me,” I say, and then add on, “Sir.”