Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I slapped as hard as I could until Lotto’s thighs were trembling, and he was pushing back into my hands. It gave me such a thrill. I was in control, sure, but seeing him respond to me so eagerly was even better. My palms stung, but I kept working his ass until he finally set down the phone with a deep groan.
“All done. Texted the others, too.”
“You’re always so on top of things, Lotto.” I bent down and pressed light kisses to his reddened cheeks, my grin wicked as I tugged his hips toward me. He turned easily. The evidence of his arousal pressed hard against the front of his pants. I jerked his clothes down the rest of the way so that his hard cock sprung free. Lotto settled against the front desk, leaning back on his elbows.
“Someone has to be. You think Bones or Frankie could handle the contracts?”
“River might be able to.” I wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly started jerking. I smiled when Lotto’s jaw ticced. “He could charm the pants off of some investors.” I knew that for a fact because he charmed the pants off me not too long ago.
“I doubt he’d want to take my place.”
I flicked my tongue over the slit of Lotto’s dick. He bucked into me, and I giggled. “Actually, Lotto, I think he’d really want to take your place. Especially now.” I circled the tip of his cock, my eyes locked on the way his expression twisted. “Or maybe he’d want to take my place? What do you think?”
Lotto grunted and moved his hand to the back of my head. I thought he was going to push me into his length, but instead he pulled me away by my ponytail. “We can talk about how much we want to fuck River later.” His lips curled into a smirk. “But right now, angel, you’ve been having all the fun, and it’s time to share.”
I nodded. Probably a bit too eagerly since Lotto laughed. He tugged off my pants then settled on the floor next to the front desk. We maneuvered until his cock bobbed in front of my face and my cunt was directly over his mouth.
I started sucking his cock, and he pulled me down, running his tongue along my folds. I moaned and ground down into him. He laughed into my folds as he split me and dipped his tongue into my pussy. The shallow thrusts of his dick into my mouth swallowed my whine. I hollowed my cheeks and ran my tongue along the base of his cock, and when he flattened his tongue against my clit, my hips began moving of their own accord.
Lotto kept me split with strong hands on my thighs. He worked me even faster, tongue dipping into my wet cunt before circling and sucking my aching clit. I cupped his balls and squeezed as I sucked him. It felt like a game—who could make the other come first—and I wasn’t about to lose this game, not when control was literally between my fingers.
I spread his legs slightly to dip a finger between his cheeks. He moaned into my pussy when I circled his ass with my fingertip. I popped off him to wet my finger and pushed it inside. Then I took him back into my mouth and fucked and sucked until he was bucking wildly into my mouth. The rush was even better than the pleasure Lotto gave me with his tongue because he was losing control. His tongue was wild and messy, his grunts loud and desperate jerks of his hips even louder.
But when he took my clit into his mouth and sucked—hard—I cried out. He didn’t let up. He assaulted my clit until I was just as desperate. I moved my finger even faster and bobbed on his cock until it was twitching on my tongue. I don’t know who came first but my orgasm hit like a sucker punch. Lotto’s release as he came in my mouth covered my pleasured cries, and I rode Lotto’s face until my high subsided. I rolled off him and sat up, swallowing his cum and opening my mouth to show him.
Lotto chuckled. “Do you feel better?”
“Surprisingly, yes.” I giggled and leaned forward to kiss him. He swiped his tongue into my mouth, and we moaned as we shared his taste. I smiled. “Let’s go see the rest of our family.”
Chapter
Eleven
BONES
Thirteen minutes, nine seconds.
Round four of five.
That was all it took to ruin our chances.
I threw a punch, and it landed square on my opponent’s jaw. He teetered for a few seconds before shaking off my weak punch. His retaliation jab knocked me on my ass. Not even five seconds later, the ref was calling our match.
For Base One Gym.
The crowd around us erupted, but so did pain that splintered up my entire right arm.