Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Bending her knees, she brought her heels to the mattress and lifted her hips slightly. My eyes nearly popped from my head when she brought her free hand to her chest and played with one dark pink nipple, rolling it between her fingers.
“Fuck yes.” After a few strokes, I took my hand from my pants and edged her panties aside. Eased one finger inside her, and then another. She was hot and soft and snug, and my cock ached with jealousy. “You’re so wet. I can’t wait to get inside you. Feel this tight little cunt on my cock.”
She gasped, like my words had shocked her. But I could tell she liked them, because her fingers moved faster over her clit. Her pussy got even more slick on my fingers.
“But first, I need to taste you.” I moved from the bed to the floor and dropped to my knees, hooking my arms around her thighs to drag her closer to the edge of the mattress. From there I tugged her soaked panties over her knees and off her feet before slinging her legs over my shoulders.
“Oh, God,” she said weakly. “I’m feeling very . . . vulnerable.”
I lowered my head between her thighs and breathed in the sultry, seductive scent of her. Dragged my tongue up the center of her pussy in one long, decadent stroke. Lingered at the top, teasing her clit, which was swollen from her touch. “You taste so fucking sweet,” I told her. “I could eat this meal every night.”
“Dash.” She slid one hand into my hair. “That feels—so good. Even better than my fantasies.”
I loved that she’d fantasized about my mouth on her. I wanted to be the best she ever had. I buried my face between her thighs, fucking her with my tongue, making her writhe and moan and pant above me. I slid my fingers inside her again, as far as they’d go, sucking her clit while her insides tightened around my hand. When her hips began to buck with abandon, I prayed to God I’d found the secret little spot that would make her lose control.
She tightened her hand in my hair. Added the second. “Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
Stopping hadn’t even entered my mind, because as soon as I made her come with my tongue, I was going to make her come again with my cock, which was about to explode in my pants. I’d already decided just once did not apply to her orgasms. The legs over my shoulders pulled me closer, and her noises grew more high-pitched and frantic until her body was spasming around my hand and her clit was beating a delicious little rhythm on my tongue.
“Dashiel,” she panted. “That was—I can’t even—oh my God.” One leg slipped off my shoulder. “I want—I need—”
Rising to my feet, I shucked off my jeans and boxers and wrapped my hand around my aching cock. “What do you want? What do you need? I’ll do it all.”
She propped herself up on her elbows and watched me, her breath fast and heavy. “I want you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”
Before I got carried away and did something stupid, I felt around on the rug for my jeans and pulled my wallet from my pocket. I’d stuck two condoms in there before I left the house—pilfered from a box I’d found in the bathroom cupboard that Xander must have left behind.
I owed that asshole a favor.
I was about to tear the wrapper when she sat all the way up and reached for it. “Let me,” she said. “I want to.”
But that’s not what she did. After taking the condom from me, she set it on the bed beside her and wrapped both hands around my erection. Hooked her heels around the backs of my calves and pulled me closer. “But first,” she said, swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock. “I want to hear you tell me I’m a good girl.”
I sucked in my breath. My abs tightened, and my thigh muscles clenched. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” She looked up at me with wide, dark eyes. “Just like last night.”
I inhaled and exhaled slowly, struggling for control as she did to me exactly what she’d described on the phone—licking me slowly. Sucking just the tip while her hands worked up and down my shaft. Teasing me.
“More.” My hands curled into fists at my sides. “Take more.”
She eased her mouth down about another inch and then backed off again. “You’re so big,” she murmured. “So thick. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Try.”
Lowering her head once more, she stopped with her lips about halfway down, sucked greedily for a moment, then pulled me from her mouth and looked up at me. “Like that?” Her tone was sweet and innocent. Her thighs open wide. Her pussy drenched.