Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Over and over, again and again, he dragged that melting Popsicle across my skin and brought me the most curious mix of pain and pleasure. Only when it was a mess did he haphazardly toss the Popsicle into the sink, and then he whipped me around to face him and held out his sticky fingers.
“Suck me clean.”
A hot shot of electricity zipped down between my legs, and I squeezed my thighs together as I opened my mouth and let him stick his fingers in one by one. I sucked the orange sweetness from each one while his eyes flared and drank in the sight.
“Let’s see if I’ve got you where I want you,” he mused, and he ran his clean hand down the front of my body roughly until he could slip it between my thighs.
I had no choice but to open for him again, and we both moaned in unison when his fingers skated easily through where I was wet and turned on.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he praised.
He held my eyes and lifted those fingers to his lips, licking each one while I watched.
Fuck.
“And I thought the Popsicle was sweet,” he said. “Are you ready to ride my tongue, Chloe?”
“God, yes.”
The closest thing I’d ever seen to a smile washed across that man’s face, and he carefully sank down onto the kitchen floor before pulling me with him.
I waited for my cheeks to burn, for embarrassment to make me murmur and hesitate and ask him if he was sure. But after that whole scene with the Popsicle, after the way he looked at me and licked me and tasted me on his fingers — I couldn’t find anything but pure fucking want inside me.
Will helped me straddle his face, his hands on my ass and adjusting me until he had me right where he wanted me. He kissed the inside of each of my thighs, moaning when I stretched my hands out to brace myself on the drawers above his head.
“You just keep giving me the best views,” he groaned, biting the tender flesh of my inner thigh with his eyes cast up at my breasts hanging above him. “You ready to talk me through what you like?”
“No,” I answered honestly, because talking at this point seemed like the most difficult thing in the world.
He smirked and ran his tongue along the crease of my thigh, just inches from where I really wanted him.
“You’ve got to tell me what you like, what you need,” he said. “Part of having great sex is being confident. It’s knowing what works and asking for it. It’s knowing what doesn’t work and steering me away. Everyone is different. Help me discover you.”
I nodded, panting, unsure if I could do what he was asking but absolutely sure I wanted to try.
Will nosed my clit, his scruff rubbing against my vagina as he settled in. He started with slow, lingering strokes of his tongue from my opening up to my clit. There was little pressure there, but fuck was it hot to feel his wetness covering me, to feel him breathing against my skin. My legs shook as I dropped down, spreading my legs wider and silently asking for more.
Will arched one brow, continuing the same slow assault.
He wanted me to say it.
“That feels good,” I admitted, biting my lip when he squeezed my ass and rocked me against his flat tongue. “But I want more.”
“More,” he breathed, the vibration teasing my core. “Where?”
“My clit.”
Will answered with a satisfied grin against my pussy before he was sucking my clit between his teeth. I gasped, gripping onto the drawers harder and trying not to give in to my urge to rock against his face.
But he pulled me down onto him, eagerly devouring me, his hands kneading my ass as he began sucking my clit in tiny little pulses.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, and I couldn’t help it now. I met his tongue with a thrust of my hips. “Yes. Fuck, yes, like that.”
Will moaned, and again the vibration of it made me see stars. My climax was already tickling the edges of my vision after the teasing, the cold and the hot, the words, and this fucking man beneath me.
“You’re not going to hurt me,” he said, breaking his touch to a sad whimper from me. He kissed my clit and smiled at how I shivered when he did. “Fuck my face, Chloe. Because I promise — I plan to thoroughly fuck yours.”
“Oh, God.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth again, and I let go. My hands flew into my hair as I sat upright and gave into my need to rock against his touch. I bucked like a wild bull, savoring the little groans Will rewarded me with.
But I needed more.
I played with my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers and thumbs and moaning when I remembered Will’s mouth there.