Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
But it was exactly what I wanted. There was a sense of power in knowing he was willing to let go with me, to say what he was thinking, to do what he wanted to do without hesitation. This was a man unused to putting his pleasure first.
I wanted to provide that pleasure, embody that pleasure. I wanted him to be selfish with me. Rough with me. Real with me.
He started to move faster and harder, his hips driving forward in deep, sharp jabs. His fingers loosened in my hair and cradled my head, holding it in place. I could feel the orgasm building in both my hands—the one wrapped around the base of his cock and the one between his legs, every part of him growing harder as his body barreled toward release. I could taste him, and I moaned reflexively. My nipples were tingling, my core muscles tight. My thighs were trembling and slick with heat. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted to fuck him. I imagined how good it would feel to push him down to the floor and ride him until I came. I promised myself I would do it later.
Right now, it was all about him.
“Fuck—Roni—so good—”
I sucked harder, gripped his shaft tighter, and just for fun, slid the tip of one finger farther back between his legs, penetrating him just slightly, since I wasn’t sure if he would like it.
A second later, I had my answer, because he lost control with one final thrust. His body stopped moving, except for the throbbing pulse in my mouth, which coated the back of my throat in thick, hot bursts.
As soon as he recovered, he pulled back and I dropped my butt to my heels, gasping for breath.
“Christ. Are you okay?” Austin let go of my hair and crouched down in front of me.
I nodded. “Yes. Just needed some air. You weren’t kidding about that whole choking thing.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“Don’t be. I asked for it, didn’t I?”
He gave me a sexy grin. “You did. Now I get to ask you for some things.”
“Like what?”
“Well.” He slid one hand up my thigh. “How about you hop up on this bed and sit on my face so I can fuck you with my tongue?”
I smiled seductively. “I only want to please you.”
“Then we’re going to leave the light on too.” Rising to his feet, he scooped me up off the rug and set me on the mattress.
“It’s like you own the electric company,” I teased.
“If it means I can watch you come, I’ll fucking buy it.”
A minute later, his head was between my thighs as I held onto the wooden headboard and slowly rocked my hips above his face. His hands were on my breasts, his thumbs teasing the humming peaks of my nipples before he pinched them hard enough to make me gasp. But it was sublime, the sting from his fingers and the stroke of his tongue at the same time. He licked and sucked and kissed and tasted, teased and flicked and fluttered. He slipped his tongue inside me and swept it up the seam at my center in one long, glorious caress. He devoured me slowly, like I was a decadent dessert he was trying to make last all night. Sometimes he moaned like he couldn’t get enough.
For a minute, I watched him, his dark eyes locked on mine. But eventually, I had to look away or I was going to finish too quickly. It was so hot, seeing him beneath me, hearing the sounds he made, feeling his scruffy jaw on my thighs. I’d actually never done this before—Neil was not the type to request that I sit anywhere near his face, nor was he particularly talented with his tongue or knowledgeable about female anatomy.
And sex with the lights on? Never. Which was fine with me, because being in the dark made it easier to pretend I was with someone different. Someone who actually cared about me. Someone who might hold me close afterward and tell me how good I’d made him feel or kiss my tattoo or punch a big jerk in the face for me. Someone who stood up for me instead of cutting me down.
And if his tongue happened to be a magic wand, well, lucky me.
“God, Austin,” I breathed, my hips undulating faster as the tension in my body wound tighter. “You’re fucking incredible. That feels so good . . .” Then my words were gone and the stars collided and my body exploded in wild, rippling waves of bliss that made my legs tremble and my clit beat a rhythm on his tongue. I cried out with every single pulse as it moved through me.
When I could breathe again, I shimmied down his body and collapsed on his chest, babbling incoherently. “Oh my god. You’re amazing. This job is amazing. If I’d known orgasms were a perk of being your nanny, I might have tried harder at the first interview. Or lied and said I could cook.”