Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
How am I able to hold on to outrage about a decision an eighteen-year-old girl made ten years ago that changed the trajectory of both our lives for the better?
“What are you doing?” Kaye pants.
“I fuckin’ don’t know. I didn’t know what I was doing from the moment I saw you again. Ten fuckin’ years, and you still scramble my brain and make me want to burn it all down so I can be with you. You didn’t have a right, Kaye. You had no right to take my choices away from me. Ten years. You stole ten years from the both of us.”
My lips dance along her neck, kissing my way along her neck to the shell of her ear. “I plan on making you pay for that. I’m going to have you naked, begging, and completely under my control.”
My hands glide effortlessly to the back of her head as I yank her hair, pulling her down to her knees. “I think you owe me for the ten years of bullshit you put me through, don’t you, Kaye?”
Kaye’s piercing gaze sends shivers down my spine, and a volcanic eruption of desire explodes in the pit of my stomach. Her eyes are haunting in their beauty, like they were all those years ago. Eyes that would make me believe in the perfection of life that I longed to drown in them. The same eyes that had me spiraling into a pit of despair. Her eyes were the center stage of my most vivid dreams and turbulent nightmares.
A surge of anticipation courses through me as Kaye’s hands glide up my legs, igniting a spark of pleasure. Her touch on my fishnet stockings sends a current of passion through my veins and leaves a sense of desire along my flesh. With one tug, she playfully removes them, her eyes lighting when she discovers my nakedness.
“You didn’t wear panties while you were on stage,” she asks, her nostrils flaring and an air of unapproving condescension in her voice.
“You’re on your knees in a public bathroom. You think you should judge me right now?” Inch by inch, I advance, pressing Kaye’s head firmly against the bathroom door, my heart pounding in my chest as my pussy hovers over her lips. “Be a good girl and put that pretty tongue to use.”
Shivers consume my body as Kaye tenderly kisses my inner tights before she skillfully licks up my slit and sucks my clit into her full lips. I gasp for air, my heart pounding, as she circles her finger around my vaginal opening, inserting two fingers slowly before adding a third.
My clit pops out from between her lips, and she gazes up at me. A wicked grin appears on her face. “Is this what you wanted, Piper? To get fucked like a little slut in a public bathroom. Maybe I should write your name on the stall, tell everyone what a whore you are for me.”
My eyes almost roll to the back of my head upon hearing Kaye’s dirty talk. She’s the only girl I’ve ever allowed to top me. I could never do it with anyone else. By nature, I crave control, but with Kaye, there’s always something insanely hot about her taking charge. It’s a layer only I get to see, something she hides from everyone else.
To the world, Kaye Cavendish is demure, professional, and without reproach, but for me, she would burn with passion. With me, Kaye would be all of who she is. Sweet, wild, passionate, controlling, insecure, charming and mean. I got all of her, something no one else receives.
I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her back. “My sweet Kaye, we both know you’re the one who longs to be treated like a whore, don’t we?”
I spit and watch the trail of saliva land on the bridge of her nose. Smiling, I smear the saliva with the palm of my hand. “I like you on your knees for me, Kaye.”
Kaye doesn’t say a word as she grips my ass and pulls me toward her. Her hot mouth assaults my wet pussy. My head falls back from the expertise of her assault. The girl has always known what she is doing. She’s always made my knees buckle and my stomach flip with need and anticipation. Kaye Cavendish is the only girl who can make me abandon this life in the desperate search for blissful oblivion.
I want to lose myself in her, but I also want to push past her boundaries and see who she is now under the three-piece suits and the perfectly constructed image she has carefully crafted for herself.
My fingers glide through her hair before I fist the strands and yank her head back. I pull her away from me before forcing her to her feet. Our eyes lock, hers brimming with lust-filled confusion, while I’m certain mine are flooded with desire and desperation.