Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 142801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Two for two. You’re going to owe me.”
I don’t answer. Offer her no preliminaries, her own body showing no resistance as I press two fingers deep inside her. Her fingernails dig into my biceps, the lewd sounds of her pleasure and her sharp, needy breaths an aural aphrodisiac.
“Oh, darling, listen to how much you need this. To the mess you’re making of my fingers.”
“Stop,” she pants, beginning to ride my hand.
“Such a lovely girl. How sweetly you take my fingers.”
“Stop. Talking.” She buries her face in my neck. Her teeth scrape. Bite. I suffer the sensation through to my aching cock. “Yes. Yes! Less talk.”
Her breathy demand curls around me. Her resistance, her fuckable mouth, dialing my pleasure to a ten.
“So demanding,” I rasp, curling my fingers inside her. “But you know I don’t take orders.” Though I do love to hear her try, all the same.
“How about directions?” Her hand on my shoulder, she pushes. With my fingers still inside her, I shuffle back when she pushes again. Lust addled as I am, it takes me a moment to realize she’s moving with me, turning us until our positions are reversed. The length of my back pressed against the wall, my legs slightly splayed. Grabbing my face, she presses her mouth to mine, her words, like her kiss, hot and sweet. “Oh, yes. You’re a good boy. I see you can.”
My laughter echoes through the dark space. Maybe I do like Eve’s directions after all.
“Wait.” Her eyes glitter as they meet mine, as she makes to slide my hand from between her legs.
“No, let me—”
She shakes her head. “Don’t disappoint me, baby. It’s my turn now.”
As she slides down my body, every inch of my torso tingles in anticipation. Her movements are quick and rough as she pulls my shirt from my pants.
“Eve.” I’m not sure if her name is a warning or a plea for more as she rakes her nails lightly down my chest, but the look in her eyes as she slides my shirt higher is nothing but triumphant. I groan as her tongue circles my nipple, convulse as she covers it with her teeth.
“Hmm.” Lashes lowered, she hums, then licks her way down my chest. “I like it when you moan for me.”
“Eve.” A warning this time as I slide my hand into her hair.
“You want me to stop?” My answer is another garbled curse as her teeth scrape the side of my ribs. “What was that?” As her finger trails over my fly, my cock strains for attention.
“No.” My answer sounds all ache and gravel. “Please don’t.”
My God, her expression as she presses her smile to my abs. Her hands make quick work of my belt, her touch warm and sure as she lifts my cock free from the confines of my pants. The position is awkward, my thighs straining from this half squat, but I wouldn’t move for the world as her delicate fingers wrap my girth. Pale skin to ruddy, cool to red hot.
“Oh, darling boy, you’re leaking.” She pouts as she squeezes my aching cock, the bead at my crown pearly in the moonlight. I swallow back a curse at the mixture of emotions I suffer through. Elation, need, a sinfully wicked discomfort.
Her lashes are the sweep of an angel’s wing, her lips full and luscious as she presses them to my aching crown. The wet heat of her mouth as she swallows me down feels like heaven.
She swirls her tongue as she sucks me with a hum of pleasure.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck!” My body jerks, my thighs trembling.
“Pretty.” Her gaze makes a slow sweep up my body. “I love the way you’re shaking for me.”
Christ, I adore this look on her.
“Less talk, more cock sucking.” I apply the slightest pressure to her head, using some sense of her own words.
“So bossy,” she murmurs before she takes me in her mouth again.
“Sweetheart.” I swallow over the desire to take control, to hold her there, as I loosen my hands from the silky strands. Her tongue, her lips. This feels like sheer bliss. “God, yes. Like that.”
Her mouth comes off the head with a wet pop, her eyes sparkling in delight, in the knowledge of her power over me. Over the moment. “Now who’s giving orders?” she purrs, dragging her thumb across my glistening head.
“How about pleas?” Something inside me snaps as I take her beneath the arms and bring her mouth to mine. “I’d beg to be inside you.”
“I’d like to hear that.” Her smile pressed against mine, our mouths turn hot and messy, all gasping, broken breaths, kisses and half-formed words. My hands slide over her shoulder, thumbs slipping under the strap of her dress. We both groan as her breast is bared, her nipple hard against my palm. Down my hand travels, over the swell of her arse, two fingers spearing inside her.