Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I don’t even bother giving Grace a heads-up that I’m going to her. Parking my car, I get really nervous when I raise my hand to knock on her door. She opens the door a couple of minutes later. Her hair is piled on her head, and she’s wearing a long gray skirt and a white tank top.
“What?” she asks, shocked to see me, I guess.
“Hi,” I greet, holding up my hand. “Busy?”
“I’m in class,” she replies as I step in, pushing her into her apartment. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I know,” I say, looking around. “You left work, and you didn’t say goodbye.”
“Picked up on that, did you?” she retorts, and I hear sound coming from her office.
“I did.” I push her toward the room where the teacher’s voice is coming from. “You got mad at me.”
“I sure fucking did,” she confirms when I look into the room. “What are you doing?”
“Is the camera on?” I ask, and see she is trying to get what I’m saying or figure it out.
“No, I turned it off and muted it when I heard the knock.”
“This is what we are going to do,” I tell her. “You are going back to class, but don’t turn on the camera until I tell you to.”
“What?” she whispers. I grab her hand, taking her to her chair and having her sit in it. Lucky for me, it’s a high table and she has it stacked on a couple of books.
I step in front of her, my hands going to her hips as I grasp the cotton of her skirt in my hands and pull it up in bunches. “I’m going to sit you down in that chair.” My hands finally feel the softness of her skin. “And I’m going to taste you like I wanted to taste you today at work.”
“But—” she starts, and I shake my head.
“Can you stay quiet?” I ask, and her eyes are filled with lust, unlike this afternoon when they were filled with anger.
“I don’t know,” she replies, and I lift her dress up and push her down in the seat.
“Spread your legs.” My voice comes out tight. “Open yourself for me.” She isn’t sure what to do. “Do it, or I’ll turn on this camera, and they can watch me eat that pussy.” Her cheeks turn a soft pink, and I know once we get on to actually having sex, it’s going to be mind-blowing. “You want that, don’t you?” I squat down in front of her chair. “People to watch me make you come.” I move one of her knees to the side. “Maybe we can film it and then watch it after.”
“Caine,” she breathes out heavily.
“Yeah, baby?” I answer as I lean down and kiss her inner thigh. “It’s time to unmute yourself.” I nip at her, trailing the path with my tongue to her heat. “And turn the camera back on.” I watch her watching me lean in and lick up the side of her panties, my tongue sliding underneath it. “Now.” She leans forward, and I hear her click the button. The teacher’s voice goes louder as I move her white satin panties to the side, seeing her wet for me already. “Hmm,” I say before my tongue licks her slit. She jumps in her chair. “Shh.” I look up at her as she grips the armrests. I don’t go slow. Even if I wanted to, I can’t. My mouth devours her. I suck her clit into my mouth at the same time I slide a finger into her. She moves one of her hands to her mouth to stop from moaning. I smirk before getting back to my meal. I could eat her pussy every single day and twice on Sunday, fucking twice every day and all fucking day on Sunday.
I suck her clit into my mouth before sliding my finger and my tongue inside her. My finger rubs the soft spot inside her I know that will make her go crazy. She slaps the table in front of her as she tries to close her legs, but one of my hands stops them from closing. “Pay attention or I won’t make you come,” I whisper right before I feast on her. I lick, bite, and touch until I know she’ll explode. “Mute it,” I order her, and she moves her hand so fast I’m surprised the laptop doesn’t fly off the table. She leans back in the chair, and her hand goes to my head as she pushes my face deeper into her. It takes her a second more before I taste her cum on my tongue and she moans my name.
twenty-five
Grace
“Good morning,” I mumble when I turn over, grabbing my phone from the bedside table. I put the phone under my ear on the pillow before burying my hand back under the covers.