Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
He’s saying everything right.
Doing everything right.
So it shouldn’t be shocking when I weave my fingers through his hair and pull him on top of me.
I want his lips on me, all over me, and I’m given a chance when the desperateness of our kiss sees Laken’s lips falling to my neck for the second time tonight. He suckles on the silky skin, marking me with his mouth, before he drops even lower.
“Can I?” he asks, his eyes unmoving from the buds cresting the satin material of my nightwear. “Can I taste you here?”
Unable to speak from the need in his voice, I wait for his eyes to return to my face before bobbing my chin. “I need your words, Nicole. Crisp, unblemished words.”
“Yes,” I breathe out on a moan, my horniness too rampant to care how long we’ve known each other.
It is a night of fun.
A night off the clock.
It won’t ruin anything.
“Except perhaps my panties,” I mumble to myself when Laken’s impatience gets the better of him.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth without lowering the straps of my nightie before cupping my lonely breast with his other hand.
His large hands make my breasts’ cup size seem small. They’re swamped by him.
Laken is more confident than me. More experienced. The way he has my back arching by doing something as simple as playing with my breasts exposes this, not to mention the temptingly slow pace he uses while making his way from the lace trim of my nightwear to its dainty hemline. He takes his time, savoring every inch of my skin until I’m about to combust, and then he once again seeks permission.
There are no words this time. No requests for me to tell him to stop. His eyes spear me in place with an indigent stare before his smile steals the words from my mouth better than my libido’s ability to deny this man when he hooks his thumb into my panties and drags them to the side.
He kisses me right above my clit before flicking his tongue over the already hard and throbbing bud. When his tongue spears inside me, I buck against him as a moan I’ve never heard before leaves my mouth.
I have nothing to go off—not a single wayward lick or needy suckle—but I’m reasonably sure this is the best head I’ve been given.
It feels so good I can’t hold back my praise when Laken devours me like I’ve never been consumed. “That feels so good. The best. I’ve never had better.”
My words boost his confidence just as well as his attention skyrocketed mine. He eats me faster and licks me until my backside lifts off the mattress.
Then he adds fingers into the mix.
As he makes the world splinter around me, I dig my fingernails into the bedding and hold on for the ride.
It’s intense.
Blistering.
I come undone in thirty seconds, but Laken doesn’t stop. He continues devouring me while pumping his fingers in and out of me until I’m a blubbering, incoherent mess, pinned to the mattress with the heaviness of multiple orgasms.
I almost want to fight him off, the tension too much, but my hands never move further than his hair. I tug and pull on his spiky locks until some of his moans turn into groans.
I’m pulling too tight.
I am being cruel.
However, Laken can’t get enough.
“Yes, siren. Take what you need. Mark me with your nails. Claim me as I plan to claim you.”
His quick pace forces my eyes to close before they roll into the back of my head.
When I feel him rocking against the mattress as he brings me to ecstasy for the umpteenth time this evening, I wedge my foot between the bed and his cock, then use my foot’s flexibility to drive him wild with desire.
When the pre-cum dripping from his cock soaks into the bedding along with my many climaxes, I should clam up. My embarrassment should be higher than my wish to come.
Stars are above us. We’re in a public place. But nerves never present.
The only thing that steamrolls me is another orgasm.
It presents so hard and fast, before I can warn Laken of its imminent arrival, the stars floating in front of me erupt into beautiful fireworks.
I moan through my release, my limbs as jerking as Laken’s movements when my “foot rub” forces our exchange to the very peak of ecstasy.
While strangling his erection through his boxer shorts, he snatches up his jeans from the floor, yanks out the strip of three condoms, then rips one open with his teeth.
Watching him prepping to get down to business is the most sensual image I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness, but it won’t stop me from asking, “They’re in date, right? You only just bought them for your…”
Even with his head in a lust cloud, Laken’s smarts can’t be denied. “For my date?”