Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Objectively, I knew that, were I not on my cycle, that he would likely already have me on his lap or bent over, and be surging inside of me.
But that wasn’t an option.
“Yes,” I said.
“Yeah?” he asked, his head tilting to the side. “You don’t have to,” he added.
“I want to,” I insisted.
Then, to emphasize my point, I lowered myself down in front of him, watching as the heat in his eyes went from anger to hunger by the time my knees were on the floor.
A low rumble moved through him as my hands went tentatively up toward his waist, undoing his button and zipper.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, bolstering my confidence as I reached into his pants and freed his cock, finding him so hard that his cock bobbed out and then pressed near his belly.
Renzo’s hand moved out from under mine, grabbing my wrist, and pulling it down to close around his cock, then helping me stroke him down to the base, his breath exhaling through his nose.
“Feel what you do to me?” he asked, making my desire build. “Keep your hand here,” he instructed. “And come over here and taste me,” he added, and I was glad for his directions as uncertainty filled me, wanting to do this right, to please him, but unsure how to make that happen.
Sucking in a deep breath, I slid between his thighs, leaning down, and teasing my tongue around the head of his cock.
The barely-there touch had a low curse escaping Renzo. His reaction urging me on, I moved my tongue across the head, tasting his desire as I did so, another thrill moving through me.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “Put your mouth around me. I need to be inside.”
I was happy to oblige, closing my mouth around his cock, loving the way he moaned and bucked up into my mouth.
“Take me in, mouse. Take me as deep as you can,” he instructed, and I kept sliding down his thick length. “That’s it,” he groaned, his hand moving down to gather my hair, holding it at the base of my neck, so he could see. “Just up and down, baby,” he said, and I carefully tucked my lips around my teeth, then did as he instructed.
Up and down. Slowly at first. But going faster at the way Renzo’s breath started to get quicker and more uneven, at the way his hand curled on my hair, at the low groans started to escape him.
“That feels so fucking good, baby,” he praised, his hips bucking up into my mouth, making me take him a little deeper.
His hand moved down, taking my hand off of his shaft, and moving it down slightly. “Just touch,” he told me as my fingers teased over his balls. “Yeah, like that,” he hissed, getting close.
“You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” he told me, making my sex clench and dragging a low moan out of me, vibrating around his cock. “You like sucking me off, huh, mouse?” he asked. “Open your eyes,” he demanded. “Look what you’re fucking doing to me,” he told me, making my lashes flutter open, finding him looking down at me, his eyes molten, his lips parted. “You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth.”
I took him even deeper, getting a rough, low groan out of him.
“Oh, fuck, mouse. I’m gonna come,” he warned, hips rocking faster into my mouth. “Do you want to stop, or are you going to let me come down your sweet throat?”
Legs pressed together to ease the ache between, I just kept working him, wanting to know what it was like to taste his release.
“Fuck, baby, I’m coming,” he said as I took him deeper, feeling his release fill my mouth and trickle down my throat.
I worked him through it until his hand loosened on my hair, then slowly moved backward, letting him slide out of my mouth.
“Oh, mouse,” he whispered as I rested my head on his thigh, not wanting to move away. “Come up here,” he demanded, voice all soft again.
I didn’t waste a second, climbing right up into his lap, eager for the chance to be close to him.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked, reaching for his glass, and taking a sip, then holding it up to my lips.
I shook my head, getting another of those rumbles out of him that I loved so much.
“Rather have the taste of me in your mouth, mouse?” he asked, sounding pleased at that as I again pressed my thighs together to ease the ache at his dirty words. “Rather have the taste of you in my mouth too,” he said, finishing his drink. “Soon,” he added, getting a little whimper out of me.
He put the cup down on the table, and then his hand was sliding up my leg, my knee, thigh. Higher.