Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Blake. Baby, you need to stop.”
My cock falls out of her mouth with an audible pop. “Did I do something wrong?” Her lips are red and swollen. She has dribble on her chin, and her hair is wild in my fist. She’s a fucking vision, and I wish I could reach my phone to take a picture of her just like this. I never want to forget this moment.
“No.” I huff out a laugh. “Baby, I’m about to come down your pretty little throat.”
“Really?” Her eyes light up.
“That’s why you needed to stop.”
“Oh, I’m not stopping. Let me do me, Thompson.”
Damn this woman. She takes me back into her mouth, and she doubles her efforts. She takes me to the back of her throat and holds, and it’s taking everything I’ve got not to come. My spine starts to tingle. Her eyes are closed as if she’s savoring the act. When they open and lock on mine, I lose all control and come down the back of her throat.
I don’t know what I expected, but it’s not for her to swallow, wipe her face on the back of her hand, and grin at me. “Well?”
“Lie back on the bed.”
“Bossy,” she teases but does as I ask and eases back. “Are you not going to tell me how I did? Give me a 1-to-10 rating or something?”
I move to hover over her. “You want me to rate the best fucking head I’ve ever received in my life? Not possible, baby.”
“The best? Really?” Her eyes light up with my praise.
“Really,” I assure her. I settle between her thighs, and she widens her legs, making room for me. I settle further, making myself comfortable as I place a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh, one side, then the other.
“Oliver?”
“Blake.”
“What are you doing?”
“Matching your pace, baby.” I wink at her before I bury my face in her pussy. I suck on her clit, and her back arches off the bed.
“Ol-Oliver,” she moans. The sound goes to my cock, and I’m already hard again.
Touching her belly with my hand, I gently push her back to the bed. “Just let me take care of you.”
“You don’t have to do that. I know some guys don’t like that.”
I stop and look up at her. “They’re fools. Every single one of them. Your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Let me do this for you, baby.”
She falls back to the mattress and closes her eyes, and I get back to work. I eat at her like a starving man. I get lost in her taste and her smell. I take my time devouring her, cherishing the moment that this amazing woman has trusted me enough for her to be so open and give her pleasure.
“Oh, God,” she moans, and her hands find their way into my hair. She tugs as her legs tighten around my head. “There. Right… there.”
I don’t stop. I keep lapping at her, nipping and sucking on her clit until she cries out for me. My name on her lips as her orgasm washes over her is… everything. This moment with her is one I will never in my life ever forget.
I lap up everything her gorgeous body is giving me. When her legs relax and she pulls her hands from my hair, I kiss my way up her body, settling next to her and pulling her into my arms. She snuggles into my chest, and I place a kiss on her temple.
“That’s… never happened for me before. Not that way,” she confesses.
“Good.” I feel my chest expand, knowing I’m the only man who’s given her an oral orgasm.
“Good?” she asks, not lifting her head.
“I like knowing I have something of yours.”
“Just yours,” she says over a yawn. She’s asleep in a matter of minutes. Her breathing is deep and even, and my final thought before I drift off to sleep is that she’s mine.
Just mine.
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
Blakely
“I need to get moving,” I tell Oliver but make no move to do so. It’s Saturday morning and we’re in my bed. We’re naked and warm under the covers. His arms are wrapped tightly around me, and I really don’t want to move.
“Do we have to?” he groans.
“We do. I have to go to the manor and check on things before coming back to get ready for the gala. You’re still coming, right? You’re not going to back out on me?” I know he hates these things. I was shocked earlier this week when he asked me if he confessed he bought two extra tickets. He gave two to his parents, and the other two were for us. I don’t need a ticket, but the thought hit me with all the feels. He said he wanted to support me. I smile when I think about the kiss and the subsequent naked time that came after his confession.