Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
As soon as I lift my hips, he rips them off. This time, I can’t stop myself from looking. I need to see what’s happening on his face, and I’m not disappointed in the slightest.
Dumbstruck and awe-filled, Vance is stuck in place, staring down the passage he created with my legs. He catches himself from falling too far and looks at me with a big, goofy smile.
“You’re glistening,” he says. “Soaked, and I haven’t even touched you.” Labored breaths follow his words, as if thinking out loud instead of talking to me directly.
“You’ve been touching me all night.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
“This was a massage.” A charming smile flashes across his face. “Nothing sexual about it. Purely business.”
“And what about this?” I raise a brow while his hands travel up to my hips.
“Purely sexual. Nothing business.” Taking me in a firm hold, Vance pulls my entire body down the table. I slide without resistance, but before I can catch my bearings, I feel his girth pressing against my inner thigh.
“Oh shit,” I mutter, realizing what’s happening, that it’s happening.
His hands return to my ass, this time giving my cheeks the same treatment as my back. He’s less calculated, squeezing them with more primal energy, with his tongue running along his lips.
“I could stare at you for hours,” he says, and my heart sinks into my belly. “Hell, I’d never look away if you gave me the choice.”
“Who’s stopping you?” I whisper, putting on my best flirtatious voice but losing it somewhere behind the sheer thrill of Vance’s touch.
“Walls, mostly.” How he manages to throw a joke into the mix is beyond me. My brain turns to mush, my body vibrates in anticipation of what’s to come, and Vance is still in complete control. Something tells me it won’t stay that way for long.
“Then I guess it’s time to break ‘em all down.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Grabbing me by the waist, Vance pulls my lower body toward him. He lifts me until I’m in line with his manhood, and it slips between my soaked thighs, tickling its way straight to my pussy.
A squeal of pure desire passes my lips in a whimper. He holds me in place, my upper half still pressed against the table with my lower suspended in the air. I can feel his arms shaking through his grip, but it’s not because he’s struggling to carry me. No, it’s because he’s struggling to stay in control. Holding back when all he wants to do is plunge himself inside me.
And if it’s a nudge off the deep end he needs, I’ll give it to him.
“Do it, Vance. Take me,” I whisper. “Fill me up. Fuck me. Destroy me.” The next line comes out with my feverish desire, increasing in passion and pitch until the last word.
I like to think Vance wants to answer with words. That there’s still some semblance of man inside instead of the lusty beast making his golden eyes burn with fiery passion. But no words come. Only a husky growl as he drags my body back a few more inches, and the head of his cock smashes against my entrance.
I groan at the sudden knock, knock, knocking between my legs.
Oh God, come in. Please, come in.
As if Vance can hear my thoughts, he moves his hips, and the tip of his cock slips inside me. My body jolts, pleasure radiating from my core and trickling over every nerve. But Vance doesn’t let me move very far, holding me in place while shallow, hefty grunts escape him in a steady, continuous stream.
Vance moves slowly, burying himself inch by glorious inch inside of me. He guides my body down until my knees find solid ground on the massage table. Releasing me there, he allows one hand to dance up my side while the other remains firmly hooked onto my hip. His hands come to a stop on the curvature of my breast just as his hips stop driving his girth into me. Howling in hungry delight, feeling him down to the hilt inside me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he manages to speak between grunts.
I chuckle at his comment, unable to do anything else. Brain off and come-drunk.
He starts rolling his hips side to side, never sliding far or starting to thrust but allowing his cock to tease my inner walls. I can feel it pulsating inside me, jerking and twitching as it adjusts to its new home.
I press myself up on my palms and look at him. A wide grin flashes on his face at whatever he’s seeing on mine.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re dazed,” he says as his hand circles my body and cups my breast. His fingers brush against my nipple, teasing them with short strokes before he pinches it between the two.
A low moan escapes my mouth as my mind works overtime to think of a witty response. Nothing comes from it. Just the noises of pleasure Vance is teasing out of me and the sound of my ragged breathing.