Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
She glances down at the money and then back at me. “Just a kiss?” Her hips slide up, and her breath catches in her throat as I nod. She hesitates for only a second before she leans forward and gently brushes her lips against mine.
“Now it’s my turn,” I say as I put my hand on the back of her neck and bring her down to my mouth. She gasps, and I take the advantage, sliding my tongue against hers.
There’s a growl in my chest as she dry-humps me, and I fuck her mouth. I’m so close to cumming I could probably go off just like this. I may not have any experience with women, but I know that getting her off would make it just as good for her as it would for me. With that goal in mind, I slip my hand between us and brush a knuckle over her panties.
“Is all this for me?” The material covering her pussy is soaking wet.
Chapter Five
Heidi
My fingers dig into Reese’s broad shoulders as he finds out what I’ve been hiding from him. It’s shameful. I shouldn’t be getting off the way I am, but there’s no controlling it. When he’d pulled out his wallet and offered me more money to kiss me, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. The truth is I would have done it without being paid. Now all I can think about is his mouth on other parts of me.
“Yes,” I admit. “I’m sorry. This is supposed to be about you, but I can’t stop it.” I try to get up from his lap, but he stops me.
“Don’t move,” he grits out between his teeth, clearly angry. “You always get worked up this way?” I shake my head instantly. Some of the tightness in his shoulders releases under my fingers.
“This has never happened before, I swear.” His eyes search my face.
I’m not sure what he’s trying to find there. I’ve always been told all my emotions play across my face and that I can’t hide anything. I’ve never had a reason to before now, but I don’t think he believes me. I don’t blame him. He wants to pretend, but he doesn't have to when it comes to me. However, I am pretending when it comes to him.
Pretending that there’s something special about me that has him doing this. That he’d never pay a woman to do the things he’s paying me to do. But for me he’d drain his bank account for one kiss. I cling to the idea of being something special to him. That turns me on as much as him throwing his money at me. If he gets to pretend, why can't I do it too? No one ever has to know.
“Where the hell did this place find you?” Before I can try to begin to answer him, he’s kissing me again. He doesn't want to know because it would make this all too real, and probably a bit sad. I want to stay pretending with him a bit longer.
I moan into his mouth as he dominates the kiss. I had no idea a kiss could be so erotic and consuming. It’s overwhelming and verging on being so intimate that I wonder how others can kiss without falling in love. This feels as close as sex, or at least that’s what I’d guess sex is like. I’m sure I only think this because I’m naïve.
“Reese,” I moan, breaking the kiss when his fingers dip inside of my panties. I should stop him and tell him that’s not allowed, but instead I thrust my hips forward, inviting him to do more.
“You must be hurting.”
“Yes,” I whimper as his fingers graze across my clit, barely touching me.
“The top. I want it off.” Without thinking, I go for my shirt. Only a few of the buttons are done up since the bottom part is tied. My fingers fumble with the buttons while Reese looks like he wants to rip it off my body. But he watches and doesn’t move as his eyes never leave me. Finally when I get the thing free, he groans at seeing the pretty lacy white bra they gave me to wear. It’s a fight to take that off too because I’m not used to a bra that clips in the front. When I get the clasp free, it falls open, revealing my bare breasts to him.
Reese doesn't move and barely even breathes once I’m done. It takes me a second to realize my mistake. I’d been in such a rush to get it off, hoping he’d touch me, that I forgot I’m supposed to be the one making him lose his mind. Not the other way around. My clit is dying for his fingers, and I’m a bit mindless with need, but I stop and let out a quick breath.