Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I lead him into my cozy apartment, the familiar scent of vanilla and old books immediately wrapping around us like a warm embrace. Tripp stalls just inside the doorway, his eyes widening as he takes in the space.
“Wow,” he whispers, his voice full of awe. “This is kind of a great place.”
He slowly turns in a complete circle, absorbing every detail. The living room is a curated chaos of mismatched furniture that somehow fits perfectly together—an overstuffed armchair with a patchwork quilt draped over the back, a vintage velvet sofa in a deep emerald green, and a coffee table made from an old trunk, its surface cluttered with stacks of books, a half-burned candle, and a teacup that’s probably still warm from earlier.
The walls are lined with bookshelves that overflow with well-loved volumes, their spines worn and faded. Interspersed among the books are small trinkets and curiosities—an old typewriter, a collection of pressed flowers in delicate frames, and a few whimsical sculptures that add to the room’s eclectic charm.
Soft, golden light spills from a series of mismatched lamps, casting a warm glow that contrasts with the cool night outside. The windows are framed by heavy curtains in rich, jewel-toned fabrics, currently drawn closed to keep out the world beyond.
Tripp’s gaze lingers on a small nook by the window, where a cozy reading chair is tucked away, surrounded by more books and a potted plant that reaches for the light filtering through the curtains.
“This place is so you,” he says, finally turning back to me, his smile softening as he takes in the cozy, lived-in feel of the room.
“Thanks,” I say, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind my ear.
“Millie, I…” Tripp starts, but then suddenly stops. He stares at me for a full five-seconds before crossing the hardwood floors covered by Bohemian rugs and stopping when he’s right in front of me. “I need to taste you. I need to feel you coming all over my tongue. I need it more than I need my next breath.”
Hearing him talk to me like the way the hero in his book speaks to the heroine has me nearly buckling at the knees. I nod. “Please, Tripp,” I whisper.
He hauls me over his shoulder, caveman style, and I let out a laugh. “Bedroom?”
“In the back. That way,” I say, pointing so he can see which direction I’m pointing to.
He rushes through my apartment, down the hallway, to the last door on the left. Once inside he tosses me gently onto the bed. “I’m not going to be very gentle with you tonight,” he says, stalking me like I’m his prey.
I prop up on my elbows, excitement of what’s to come bubbling through me. “Yes, please make me come.”
He smirks. “Good girl.” He grabs my ankle, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. “Legs spread, little bunny.”
I do as he says as he lifts my sundress up.
He kneels on the floor, pulling me closer to him. “I’m not going to stop eating your pussy until you’re screaming my name,” he says, diving face first between my legs. He pushes my panties to the side for a while as he laps at my heated skin until he can’t take it anymore and rips my panties from my body.
His tongue works my clit with enough pressure to cause my eyes to flutter close and my body to build toward my orgasm. Nobody has ever done this to me, and I squeeze my eyes shut as Tripp continues playing with my body.
He uses his fingers on me, pushing inside me with one finger and then adding another. “So goddamn tight,” he mutters as he continues to lick at my pussy.
“Ah, Tripp. Don’t stop,” I beg, crying out in ecstasy. This feels so good, and I can’t believe I’m enjoying this as much as I am. “I’ve never had anyone do this to me before,” I say.
He halts his movements, his head flicking up and his gaze settling on mine. “Really? I'm the first?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Oh Millie, you really shouldn’t have told me that.”
“Why?” I question.
“Because now I’m gonna want to be the only one.” His eyes sear right through me, and I feel like his words he speaks are the truth. I know we’re not together, and this is only his payment for me reading his book, but still. The way he says it. The infliction of each word. The growl that emits from his mouth as he gazes up at me.
It has my body on fucking fire.
He lowers his head back down, his tongue and fingers working magic over my body.
I’m so close to coming undone, I can’t even stand it anymore. My hands fly through Tripp’s hair as I tug him closer, closer, closer to my warm center. My pulse thrums low in my belly as my orgasm takes on a life of her own.