Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
With zero hesitation, she answers. “I always feel like I’m going to choke.”
“That makes perfect sense. Dicks are like choking sticks.”
With a pinched look, she rubs her throat. “I don’t like my throat being jackhammered.”
And I don’t like the image of any other man doing that to her. Ever again. But I’ve got to play the coach now. “And that’s what guys have done?” I bite out.
“Yup. It’s no fun at all. But, I’m pretty into your dick,” she says, cupping my cock once again through my jeans. “So, what’s the game plan?”
God, her bravery is so arousing. But then again, so’s her hand on me.
It fries my brain for a moment, but fortunately, I have the answer to her dilemma. I reach for her hand, removing it from the ridge of my erection. “It’s all about the hands.”
She lifts a skeptical brow. “But that’s just a hand job, then, and who really wants that after the age of fifteen?”
I kiss her palm, murmuring into it. “Let me show you how it’ll be good for both of us.”
Thank the lord for Eleanor. I guide Juliet to the room full of mirrors. She gazes around, looking at multiples of us. “There are so many Monroes and Juliets.”
I reach for her face. “That’s the point. You can follow Dash’s advice and take it nice and slow, and I can just enjoy the view.”
“You want to watch me all over the room?”
“I do,” I say, stroking her cheek, playing with her hair, then curling a palm over her shoulder. I adopt the stern tone she likes so much. “Now, get down on your knees and take my dick out.”
“Bossy.” But she drops down, gazes up, and unzips me. Eyes on me the whole time, she pushes my jeans and boxer briefs down. When my dick springs free, her breath hitches, and she licks her lips. “Mmm. Like I said, I like your dick.”
The steel rod between my thighs likes her too. I thread my hands through her chestnut waves, unable to, uninterested in looking away. “And I like the view.”
Her eager expression vanishes. “But how do you want me to do this?”
I take her hand from my hip, bring it to my cock. “Just wrap a hand around the base and then play with it however you want.”
She narrows her eyes. “How is that going to be good enough for you if I don’t suck all the way?”
She has no idea. I wrap my hand around hers, both of us covering the base of my aching cock. “Want to hear a secret?”
“I really do,” she says.
“A good blow job isn’t about me fucking your mouth.”
She looks doubtful. “I don’t know about that.”
“It’s about whether you enjoy giving it,” I say, moving our hands slowly together. “If you’re not having a good time, I’m not going to have one.” I rub the head against her lips. “So have a good time with my dick, baby. And I guarantee I will.”
She smiles, like game on. “Okay then.”
She flicks her tongue against the head, and a jolt of pleasure flies down my spine. “Like I said.”
“Really?” she asks, licking me like a lollipop, making me shudder.
“Yes, really.”
I rope my fingers through her hair, but I’m careful not to yank or tug. I just want to touch her, that’s all.
Darting her head forward, she draws more of me into her lush mouth asking for approval with her pretty green eyes. “I told you so,” I groan, then I look away from her, watching in the mirror.
It’s a view I haven’t seen before—her cheek pops with my dick, and the spark inside me turns into a crackle.
She hums against my dick. Yes, she’s getting into it now, taking my cock at her speed, at her pace. She doesn’t swallow my dick. She plays and teases, licks and sucks. She rubs my shaft against her lips, sighing happily as she goes. “Is this working?” she asks as she rubs my dick over her top lip.
I curl my hand tight around the base, squeeze out a drop of liquid arousal, and offer it to her. “You tell me if I was right.”
She sticks out her tongue, moaning wantonly as she swallows me. “You taste good,” she murmurs.
That jolt of pleasure? It hits me again and again as she plays with me. My breath comes faster. My chest heats up as I stare savagely at my Juliet in the scalloped mirror, the gilded one, the full-length one offering an obscene view of an outrageously sexy woman hellbent on having fun with her man.
She looks eager. She looks like…like she’s enjoying herself.
“The sight of you,” I rasp out. She lifts her chin, eager for more praise as she sucks me. “You look like you’re having a good time,” I venture.
She drops me long enough to say, “I really will if you come in my mouth.”