Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Christ, I’m so fucking hungry for her.
“And us?” Banks prompts again, his voice an octave lower than before.
“Everything. As long as he’s…”
“First,” Tobias finishes for her. “We hear you.”
I can’t take my eyes off her, but I’m aware of Tobias’s hand sliding down her back. Slowly. Then he steps behind her completely, taking both sides of her ass in his hands. Lifting her up. “Up we go, Elise,” he says, hoarsely—and out of nowhere, her legs are wrapped around my hips, her mouth on level with mine, eyelids heavy.
I’m suspended in disbelief. Mine? Actually mine? That’s all my brain can muster before Banks uses his grip in her hair to guide her forward, her lips meeting mine and melting me, just fucking melting me completely. So much that my knees temporarily forget to work and I fall back against the wall of the elevator, her tongue working into my mouth and stroking along the left edge of my tongue, withdrawing, giving the same treatment to the right side. And my dick was already hard, but now it’s so stiff, my eyes are beginning to water.
“Do you like this?” she says, tightening her thighs around me and rolling her hips, her pussy flush with my erection and I moan like I’m dying. I’m dying. I’m dying.
“I love it so much. Just…” Calm down. Focus. “Give me a minute before you do it again.”
“Dear God, he’s not going to last five minutes,” Tobias mutters.
“Shut up,” Elise gasps against my mouth, going back in for more and I give it to her, as much as she wants. I kiss her like I’ll drop dead if we stop. Although…
“He’s right,” I manage, panting, my balls drawn up so tight, they feel like a chin strap. “It’s been too long. I’m halfway there just looking at you.”
Elise searches my eyes and nods. “It’s okay.” She rotates her lower body again and I hold my breath, ordering my balls to play it cool, but how am I supposed to do that when the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met is grinding on me, choosing me, bringing me back to life after being numb for so long? “Bring me to the room.” Her teeth graze the underside of my jaw, hips rolling and snapping, flooding me with more lust than I’ve ever experienced in my life. “So I can take care of this.”
“You heard the woman,” Tobias says, his mouth in her hair now, too, his index finger slowly brushing side to side over the hard point of her nipple, through the barrier of her dress. “Let’s go. Every second she goes without pleasure is a travesty.”
Banks’s mouth rides across the smooth ridge of her shoulder. “It scares me that I’m beginning to agree with him more and more.”
The elevator doors whoosh open and that’s when it occurs to me that I actually have to walk while this aroused. Holy shit. I’m barely able to stand. “Just get me there,” Elise murmurs against my mouth and I am flung into motion, simply because she asked me. She made the command, and my entire life seems to be about her needs now. Elise needs it and I deliver.
No questions asked.
The three of us are walking down the hotel corridor, Tobias leading the pack, key in hand. I carry Elise in my arms, glancing right and left for threats, as if a monster is going to jump out of the shadows and snatch her away. It’s a ridiculous fear, but logic doesn’t apply to how I feel about this woman. Banks is behind me and without seeing them, I know they are having some kind of communication through eye contact, the way they frequently do. For some reason, that doesn’t make me as jealous as before. He looks out for her. He checks in with her. Elise should have as many people protecting her as possible, shouldn’t she?
Tobias taps the key card against its sensor, holds the door open as I carry Elise inside. My heartbeat is rapping loudly in my ears. I’m salivating, my hands moving of their own accord, sliding up beneath her dress to cradle her naked ass cheeks, no way to stop myself from thrusting my hips upward, making her whimper. And we attack each other’s mouths, the privacy of the room peeling away that last iota of hesitancy.
A hand on my back guides me through a parlor, a living area and finally we’re in the bedroom. I sit down on the edge of a bed without seeing it, Elise a full on cock tease in my lap, riding up and back while pushing the tuxedo jacket over my shoulders and down. Off. Her fingers working the buttons on the front of my dress shirt. She forgets to untie the bowtie, so I must look like a Chippendales dancer. Ask me if I care when she’s struggling to breathe against my mouth, her fingernails scraping across my scalp, looking into my eyes and making sense of all the pain and turmoil and confusion I’ve felt over the last few months. Maybe longer. Maybe my whole life. She’s here now and it’s fine.