Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
I twine my hands into his shirt and grasp hard while I do my best to bruise his mouth with kisses so hard and hot that they could easily bruise me too. I have to come up for air sometime, and when I do, we’re both panting heavily.
“Don’t come yet,” he commands in his lovely husky tone. “Save that for me. For my mouth, specifically. Then my fingers. And my cock.”
I shudder. Hard. The whimper that comes out of my mouth doesn’t sound human. It sounds like a sexed-up banshee, and it only increases in tempo when Lennox’s fingers tuck under the waistband of my leggings and pull. Even though I’m the one on top, he manages to shift me and roll them down my legs, and I lift one leg and then the other.
He sighs hard. “I knew you weren’t wearing panties under these.”
“That would just be uncomfortable. And you’d see them.”
“What’s wrong with…never mind. Uh, I like leggings. All the leggings. Can you always wear leggings?”
I giggle at that. “But then I’d have a whole drawer full of really pretty panties that I would never get to wear.”
“Okay, so maybe leggings ninety-eight percent of the time and the rest of the time just panties, as long as they have lace and bows or are crotchless.”
I play smack him on the shoulder. “Good gravy, that’s dirty. When I said they were pretty, I mean they’re just cotton, granny style, and have a bit of lace edging along the waistband.”
“Sounds hot, as long as you’re wearing them, and I can make you soaking wet.”
“Oh god. You and your dirty mouth.”
“You have no idea what a dirty mouth I have.” He licks his lips slowly and deliberately. Why don’t you test it out and sit on it?”
“On it? Like on your face?”
“Absolutely.”
“Uhh, that’s very…ummm…intimate.”
“You could lie down if you prefer, and I could feast on your pussy that way too.”
“Oh my god. I…okay, but don’t laugh. I’ve never done this before.”
This time, he groans. “I’m happy to be your first face.”
I close my eyes as I crawl up his chest. I’m not overly shy about things. Everyone thinks I’m quiet and shy, but I’m just worried about the luck thing. I don’t want to do anything to curse anyone. I tell myself, as I get into position, and Lennox wraps his hands around my thighs to support me, guiding me until my hands wrap around the brass headboard, that there is no way this is going to make the universe angry at Lennox. He doesn’t believe in bad luck, so it can’t touch him.
We’ve done this twice—kind of—and nothing has happened.
Why worry about luck when you know what he does for a living now? Well, not for a living, but for social justice…for other people. And for the world at large. He brings down really, really bad people. He makes his own luck, he creates his own destiny, and he’s not worried about anything as trivial as bad luck when, for years, he’s been living a life of danger and intrigue.
It’s crazy to think about that, to think about things I can only imagine. This is the Lennox who is sighing and breathing hard beneath me. I don’t even know the half of it, but I always just knew he was a good person. I mean, I’ve always known it—from about five minutes after he kidnapped me when his granny started laying a strip into him, and I realized nothing bad was going to happen.
Lennox inhales sharply as he guides me to him, and that in itself is so dirty that my mind pretty much takes a tropical vacation. Then his mouth is doing wicked things to me, his tongue worshipping me while he eats me with zero reticence and no hesitation. He’s very enthusiastic about what he’s doing, and I’m very enthusiastic about letting him.
It might make me blush scarlet to be sitting on his face right now, but I’m quickly getting over it. Lennox’s tongue thrusts inside my entrance, and I throw my head back, arch my body, and surrender to the wicked hot pleasure coiling deep inside me.
“Touch your breasts,” he commands before his tongue flicks over my clit. “I want to see you cup them for me.”
My hands tremble as I take my breasts in my palms. Lennox hisses from below me.
“You have the most gorgeous breasts. Roll your thumb over your nipple. How does that feel?”
It feels like heaven. I can literally smell my own arousal and…wow. I whimper, rock my hips into Lennox’s face, and roll my thumbs over my nipples, which are now as hard as diamonds.
“Taste so good,” Lennox growls. His hands grip my thighs, using just his mouth to pleasure me. I rock my hips a little harder, guiding him to the exact spot where I need him most, which is pretty much anywhere at the moment. “Do you have any idea how hard I am right now? I’m going through that list, big time.”