Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“I’m the one who should be begging,” he mumbles, his deep blue eyes roaming my body. My nipples are peaked and eager for touch, and I have no doubt he can see them through the fabric of my dress. “I’ve been fucking dying to touch you ever since I saw you on that stage, little fairy. So fucking beautiful.”
Oh God, I’m going to die if he keeps saying stuff like that to me. “Yes,” I say breathlessly as his hands roam my waist, tracing up my ribs to cup my breasts through the fabric. I gasp, arching into his touch, pressing against him as much as I can.
Anything else I was going to say is swallowed in another kiss, hungry and full of promise. I whine when his hands leave my breasts, and Jared chuckles against my lips.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I couldn’t stop touching you if I tried,” he groans, words muffled by more kisses.
His hand cups my thigh, and I spread my legs automatically, allowing him to slip his touch higher until he’s cupping me over the soaked fabric of my underwear. My hips jerk at the faint touch, my body demanding more.
“Fuck, so wet for me,” Jared groans.
Vaguely, I think I might be embarrassed by just how wet I am for him, but I’m too out of my mind with need to say anything but, “Yes, I need you. I need you, Jared.”
“I could get addicted to you saying things like that, beautiful.” He drags my panties down and off so that I’m naked beneath the skirt of my dress. Seconds later, my dress is pushed up around my waist, exposing my ass and pussy to his greedy gaze. “Fucking perfect. Every inch of you, little fairy.”
That nickname is my new favorite thing. I can’t help it—every word, every touch, every kiss is addictive. Jared is quickly becoming my new obsession and all I want is more.
Finally, he touches me, his finger slipping through my wetness, exploring me slowly. He kisses me again, engulfing me in sensations. My eyes roll back, pleasure sparking through me when the pad of his thumb, warm and slick from my own desire, rubs over my clit. Two long, thick fingers press against my entrance. That delicious pressure circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, and my back bows as he presses into me.
“Oh, God,” I moan, head falling back on the pillows. Jared kisses my neck, his tongue sliding over my pulse and then dipping down to the hollow of my collarbone, leaving sparks of pleasure as he goes. Bliss begins to unfurl low in my stomach, a tangle of pleasure tightening until it bursts as he fucks me with two fingers, keeping his thumb working my clit the whole time.
He calls me fairy, and as I come, I feel like I am some mythical creature, arching so hard off the couch, bliss crashing into me that I may as well be levitating, flying like I truly do have wings.
I chant his name, and he keeps up his touch while I come, driving my pleasure to new, unspeakable heights. Stars flash in my vision, and I gasp for air.
I blink, sight clearing just in time to see Jared slip his fingers out of me and bring them to his lips. My face burns hot when I see the shiny, slick evidence of my orgasm coating his skin, and I think I might catch fire when he sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking my taste from himself.
“I’ve never seen anything as mesmerizing as you when you come, little fairy,” Jared moans, and I shudder at the way his praise lights my body up again.
I can’t believe we just did that, but I’m too blissed out to think about the consequences of our actions when they feel so good. I’m dizzy and hazy as the exhaustion from earlier returns to my bones, but I still reach for him.
Jared pulls away, smiling and shaking his head. I frown, confused.
“But…I want to touch you, too,” I mumble, aware of how needy my voice sounds. It seems unfair for him to give me the best orgasm of my life but for me not to return the favor.
“You need to rest, beautiful,” Jared says softly, stroking strands of my hair away from my face with a gentle hand. I lean into his touch. It feels right to have him with me like this. “You’ve had a…tiring day.” He chuckles, and I blush. “Sleep before you pass out.”
He stands up like he’s about to leave, and I reach for him again, not caring that my eyelids are heavy and my body really is demanding that I let the happy hormones from my orgasm take me away to dreamland.
“Will I… I mean… I’ll see you again, right?” I ask, hoping to God I’m not misreading the affection in his eyes, and knowing I’m definitely not misreading the tent in his trousers. My mouth waters at the sight, and despite being thoroughly sated, my thighs clench again. From the bulge alone, I know he’s going to fill me completely.