Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
She pulls at my shirt, and just as eagerly, I help her with the buttons. Within moments, I’m shirtless and she’s stripped to her socks and boots, which take too damn long right this moment.
“Sit back and tell me if this tickles,” she orders, picking up the bottle from the table to take a long swig.
Riley gets on her knees and, before I know it, has me in her mouth. The sensation of her talented lips and tongue working over my cock while the effervescent champagne tingles on my skin is like nothing I could ever anticipate. I groan, my hands grabbing a double handful of Riley’s hair. “Mmm . . . that’s it,” I encourage her as she bobs up and down on my stiff shaft. “Fuck, I love your mouth. I love all of you.”
She hums, and as she cups my balls and takes more of me into her mouth, her tongue works the underside of my shaft, teasing me from root to tip as her lips keep a champagne-tight seal around me. She’s not going to waste a drop of this.
I push her down further, not hard but enough to let her feel my control and my hand in her hair as I start thrusting up into her pink-lipped mouth. She looks up, her eyes burning with desire, silently asking for more. I pull her hair slightly and thrust myself all the way into her mouth until I can feel her throat muscles gripping and working the head of my shaft as she swallows the champagne.
“Fuck, baby . . . you ready now? Do you want it in your mouth?” I growl as I feel myself swelling, approaching my limit. Riley blinks, trying to nod but unable to do much more than muffle her assent, and I pull back just in time to explode onto her eager tongue. Riley moans deeply, and I realize she’s been finger-fucking herself, her hand half buried in her dripping pussy. She’s not coming, not yet . . . but the sight has another spasm racing down my spine and through my cock.
Finally, she’s drained the last drop from me and pulls off, swallowing and grinning foolishly.
“My turn,” I reply, climbing off the couch and pushing her to the leather surface. “Lie back,” I order, getting on top of her. I lower my lips to hers, tasting the sexy mix she just sucked down before kissing over her neck, licking her skin, and pinning her to the sofa.
“Noah, I need to come,” she whimpers. “I’m already so close.” I chuckle evilly, letting the sound vibrate on her skin, but not where she wants it. “Noah?”
“You come . . . when I say,” I tell her evenly, looking into her eyes, and she nods desperately.
I drizzle a narrow stream of champagne onto her breasts before licking it up, flicking my tongue over each nipple until her back arches with pleasure. I can feel her squirming, trying to grind her pussy against me, but I tease her, keeping my thigh just far enough away that I’m in total control.
“Mmm . . . you’re torturing me,” Riley groans as I lick lower. I pour a generous amount of the champagne onto Riley’s stomach, making her laugh as I lick the fluid out of her ticklish bellybutton.
“You know you love it,” I tell her, pouring the champagne over her pussy. The cool alcohol makes her gasp, but at the same time, she squirms. “Do the bubbles feel good on your sensitive skin? Can you feel them teasing over your clit and lips along with my hot breath?” She wiggles, and I pin her hips down, not letting her fight the overwhelming sensations. “Now I want my taste.”
Riley’s breath hitches as I cover her pussy with my lips, sucking the heady mix that has my cock hardening again. Riley always tastes delicious, but the lightness of the champagne makes her sweeter, and as I lick her deeply, she moans loudly, encouraging my eager exploration.
“Nobody’s . . . ever made me feel the way you do,” Riley pants out as I flick my tongue over her clit.
“Not just tonight,” I promise her. “I’m going to make you feel like this forever.” It’s an honest vow, not just sex talk.
“Fuck,” Riley answers. And that’s how I know my good girl is close. Filthy words start to fall from her naughty lips when she’s past the point of no return. I slide two fingers into her, and guided by the clenches of her inner muscles and her cries, I feast on her, licking and sucking until she’s thrashing her head from side to side, unable to think of anything but the feelings I’m giving her. She’s fully in my control, totally trusting me.
Riley’s eyes fly open, and she bucks once, hard, before her stomach clenches and she lets out a guttural cry, coming on my tongue and fingers. I nibble at her, keeping my tongue on her clit until she sags back, her hand coming to the back of my hair to yank me off her.