Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“I want your mouth on my pussy.”
He leaned over and sucked a nipple into his mouth, laving it with affection. “Your wish…”
He resumed his path down her body, kissing and licking and enjoying her soft skin. Her legs had fallen open, and she looked lovely and wanton and ready for pleasure.
This was everything they needed—to shut out the world and concentrate on each other.
He leaned over the table, pressing her legs wide. He breathed in her scent, heightening his arousal. Her pussy was soft and wet from the first orgasm. She moaned as he put his mouth on her. He fucked her with long strokes of his tongue, diving deep before moving up to suck on her clit. He pressed his fingers inside as his tongue worked that pearl of hers, his fingers getting coated once again.
She tightened and gasped, and he felt the moment she came. He let her ride the pleasure out before sliding off the table.
His hands went to the ties at his waist, freeing his cock. “Touch me, Taylor.”
She rolled to her side, a sleepy look in her eyes, and he knew he had her. She was in a sweetly submissive state and showed absolutely no signs of wanting to come out of it. Her hand came out, circling his cock, and he bit back the need to lose it right then and there.
She let go for a moment, pushing herself up and sliding down to the floor. She was on her knees in front of him, and damn, if that didn’t do something for him. It wasn’t that he’d never had a woman give him a blowjob before. He had, but it was different with her. Taylor being on her knees, willing to take him in her mouth and give him pleasure, made him feel stronger than he’d been before, more worthy.
Her hand reached out again, cupping his balls and then brushing her fingertips up his cock. “I didn’t get to touch you the first time. I didn’t get to do this.”
His breath caught in his chest as she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out to catch the drop of arousal that pulsed from his body. He watched as she licked at his cock, giving him soft strokes of her tongue.
She was definitely going to kill him. He was forgetting about everything except the feel of her mouth on him, the sight of her pleasuring him. She was starting to fill his whole world again, but this time he wouldn’t shy away from it. This time he meant to let it happen, to let her become the most important thing in the world.
“You’re going to let me fuck you, aren’t you, baby?” He wanted to use more tender words, but she wasn’t ready for that yet. He would play this game with her because he knew their intimacy would thaw the ice she’d built up. She’d felt for him once. He could make her feel again.
Her gaze came up. “If Sir tells me to. Sir has been so kind to me all evening. It would be wrong to deny him.”
She was distancing, but he would allow it. He would take what she gave him tonight and then retreat briefly to plot and plan his next move.
But first, he would have her. He would revel in her body and let the world fall away. He would fuck her so long and hard that she would fall asleep in his arms. They could stay right here. They could cuddle up and sleep. Sure it wasn’t an actual bed, but he could make it work.
She stroked him, letting her mouth find his cockhead and sucking at him lightly.
He was never going to last. He had to make this last.
It was all whirling out of control, and he didn’t care when a loud bang and someone shouting his name made Taylor start. She sat back on her heels, reaching for the sheet.
“What is that?” Taylor asked, her eyes wide, and not with wonder this time. All of her seductive playfulness was gone.
There was another knock. “Drake. Drake, we need to talk.”
Kyle. Fucking Kyle.
Anger flooding his system, he tied his leathers and crossed to the door. “Taylor, cover up, baby, but don’t go anywhere. I’m getting rid of him.”
He would have to get her back in the mood, have to coax her back to intimacy. He opened the door and lowered his voice. “What the fuck do you want?”
Kyle’s expression was far from apologetic. His eyes were an icy blue and his jaw tight. “I want a world where your sister stayed dead. Get dressed. She called your mother. We have problems.”
His gut dropped.
His night was far from over.
Chapter Eleven
Drake felt his hands shaking, and he wasn’t sure what he was more angry about—getting interrupted or where the interruption had come from.