Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
The scent of sex filled my car, and I knew I’d never be able to get rid of it. Every time I drove, I’d think about this moment.
My orgasm began building, swirling under my belly button.
Zach scooped one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and grazing it with his upper teeth. He paused to stare up at me, resting his chin on the valley between my breasts.
“How can a creature be so perfect?” His finger moved faster inside me, his saliva smeared over my tit. He shifted from my left breast to the right one, sucking it into his mouth. “How come I can’t stop touching you?”
I reached for his cock on my thigh, rubbing it. “Keep going. Faster.”
“No. I need to fuck you,” he growled, lips moving back to my mouth, kissing me with frantic, animalistic need. “Now.”
“Do you have a condom?”
His mouth slipped to my throat, kissing and nibbling. “I’ll pull out.”
The orgasm built between my legs. It felt like floating off a cliff, waiting for gravity to catch up.
“Zachary. I’m not letting you fuck me bareback.”
His lips returned to my nipple. “Even if I ask really nicely?”
“Even so.”
“Even if I’m willing to gift you every piece of art I own other than the pendants?”
“Y-you would do that?” I gasped, my muscles shaking as a climax rumbled through my body.
“I’m a desperate man, and you’re a hardheaded woman.”
But I was too busy falling apart into a trillion pieces to answer him. As soon as I began coming, he stopped fingering me, cupping my pussy and pressing it hard with the base of his palm.
I moaned so loud, whales in the Pacific Ocean must’ve taken it as a distress signal.
“I can feel your cum. Fuck. It’s coating my palm.” Zach buried his face in my shoulder, rubbing his dick over the back of my thigh. “This is beautiful. You are beautiful.”
He rose to his knees, slowly unfastening my legs from his shoulders, raising the palm that held my pussy between us. It was covered with my juices.
I bit my lower lip, refusing to feel embarrassed. I panted hard from the orgasm, our sweat mixing together.
Zach brought his hand to my face. “See what you did?”
I nodded.
“Now lick it.”
I did. With a level of enthusiasm that should’ve been reserved for saving the entire nation from alien invasion.
There was something so incredibly hot about licking my own desire for him. When I finished, he inspected his palm through hooded eyes, grinned, then dove down to kiss the hell out of me.
Our tongues tangled together. We moaned into the kiss, holding each other for dear life.
My entire body was wrecked, both with the orgasm and the position I’d had it in, but I still wanted to return the favor. To give him the release he desperately needed.
He was human, after all—no matter how much he denied it to himself.
I pushed him off me. He rolled back to the passenger seat, following my movements through thirsty eyes.
I unlocked the door, rounded the car, and opened the passenger side, hooking a finger. “Get up.”
“Are you ditching me in the woods?” Zach clasped his cock, trying to tame his erection, fishing for his boxer briefs in the dark. “Because let me assure you, Little Octi, I’m already suffering here.”
“We’re going to take care of your problem without having sex,” I announced, grabbing his hand and tugging him out.
He seemed fine with touching—with touching me, anyway. Pride filled my chest at how far he’d come.
Through the faint glow of the headlights, I noticed the skepticism in his raised brow, but he still humored me.
I shut the door behind him and pushed him against it, kissing him. We were both still naked—down to our underwear.
At any second, someone could catch us.
The mere idea of being seen thrilled me. But I was different from Zach—I flirted with danger all the time. I knew I was pushing his limits.
What I didn’t understand was why he let me.
Zach glanced around as I lowered myself to my knees. Gravel dug into my skin. I pushed his black Calvin Kleins further down.
His hot dick pulsed in my hand, so big I couldn’t even hold it still.
“I’d strongly prefer not to be caught with my dick in my housekeeper’s mouth,” he muttered, running his fingers through my hair, tugging me closer, contrary to his words. “This is a level of depraved only middle-aged white politicians can afford, Octi. Stand up. We’ll do this some other tim—”
But before he finished the sentence, I grabbed the base of his cock and guided it into my mouth, licking all the way to the tip.
“Never mind.” He dragged a hand over his face, hissing out, “It appears I’m going to destroy my reputation, along with every other principle I’ve ever held. It’s truly astounding how your mouth is getting me into trouble.”