Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“You are. I love you so much.” Wrapping his arms around me, he held me close, both of us breathing deeply.
“Now, my turn to make you feel special.” Turning in his embrace, I pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. “I think we’ll be kind to your foot, but I can still give you a nice show.”
“Yes.” He turned slightly so he was facing the mirror by the chair. “I want you to watch yourself in the mirror as well. And show me how much you like your pretty new nightie.”
I took the hint and twirled in front of him, making my nightie swish deliciously against my thighs. My body hair crackled like I’d been zapped by electricity, so I did it again. Channeling the sex-serpent energy Malik always liked, I slithered against him, rumpling his crisp shirt, loving the rasp of the linen against my skin. I kissed his neck, and inspired, I undid two shirt buttons with my teeth so I could lick the top of his fuzzy chest.
“There.” I stood back. “Very high-dollar businessman patron at the sex club.”
“Is that what we’re playing?” Chuckling, he pulled me in for a fast kiss on the mouth.
“Maybe.” I batted my eyes at him. “Would I earn a…tip?”
“I’ve got your tip right here.” He palmed the thick bulge in his pants.
“Mmm. My favorite reward.” I sank to my knees in between his spread thighs. “Remember the first time I did this? Here in your apartment?”
“Like I’m ever forgetting.” He stroked my hair, wrapping one of the longer strands around his finger. Funny how much less I hated my hair these days.
“Thank you.” Tilting my head back, I gazed up at him. “For being patient with me. For not giving up on me when I freaked out.”
“Never.” He ran his fingers down my jaw, smiling tenderly down at me. “Never giving up on you.”
I had to rub my face against his lap to hide how much his words moved me. And then I did it simply because it was sexy, teasing him through his pants, taking my time to nip along his length before undoing his belt and zipper with my teeth.
“Show off.” He said it so fondly that I planted a kiss on his belly right above his boxer waistband, a sweet, sentimental thing.
“I do like to perform.” I glanced at our reflection in the mirror. Damn, we were sexy, him in askew dress clothes, me in my pink fluffy confection, his hard cock straining toward me. I freed it slowly, with lots of licking and teasing, until I had the thick length in my hand. Watching the mirror intently, I swallowed it a millimeter at a time.
“Oh damn.” Malik was watching, too, gaze moving between the mirror and my face. Locking eyes with him, I slid back up, then took only the tip in my mouth, shallow bobs, goading him until his hand tightened in my hair. “Take a little more, baby.”
“Mmm.” I groaned because that was exactly what I wanted, him guiding my motions.
“You’re so beautiful. Pretty lips stretched all around my cock.” He used his hands to gently encourage me deeper, showing me exactly how he wanted me to make love to his cock. And it really was that, making love. I’d sucked his cock scared out of my mind, horny beyond all belief, as part of kinky games, as foreplay and main event both, but this time, I stopped holding my emotions back. Instead, I let everything I was feeling layer over the familiar sensations. Every time I went deep, each suck, every flick of my tongue, I did it with love. Even the live-action porno in the mirror reflected back that love, and it was there in how his eyes darkened, mouth slack, expression impossibly tender as he moaned his approval. “Fuck. You’re too good at this.”
I pulled back far enough to grin up at him. “Your fault, all the practice you’ve given me.”
“Uh-huh. My fault. More like my gain.” His chuckle turned into a groan as I resumed the deep, slow rhythm he always liked, pushing to the almost-too-much point in my throat, holding, sucking hard, before retreating and starting all over again. “Damn, Avery, get up here so I can get us both off.”
He pulled at my shoulder, but I dodged his touch. “No way. I want my reward. Want to taste it.”
A sexy smirk unfurled across his intense face. “You think you’ve been good enough?” I didn’t bother answering with words, merely inhaled and went as deep as I possibly could, nose brushing the fabric. “Okay, that’s pretty good. Damn.”
“Want it.” I slid back up long enough to coax a few drops of precome from his tip. “Give it to me.”
“Yeah? Want me to fuck that pretty face?” As soon as he asked, I moaned, grabbing his hand, returning it to my head.