Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Lying like this, basically on a table for him, was strange, and I wasn’t sure where to put my hands. Resting them folded across my stomach would be awkward. Should I try to touch him?
Would he even allow it?
I didn’t get to find out.
He grabbed the bottom hem of my bra and began to drag the fabric up, forcing me once again to lift my arms, only he stopped once he’d reached my elbows. My arms, wrapped in the bunched bralette, were pressed over my head. The counter wasn’t long enough, so my hands dangled over the end, but he pinned my elbows to the stone with his hand on the bra.
“Stay just like that.”
His tone was so stern, so fucking sexy, I let out a tiny whimper of excitement in response. That sound did not go unnoticed by him, and his gaze heated to an inferno as it swept from left to right along the length of my nude body.
I could only imagine what I looked like to him with my hands and feet hanging over the sides of his kitchen island. I was on display for him, completely under his spell, and the idea of it only turned me on more. I was wet—so fucking wet—and he’d discover it the moment he touched me, if he didn’t know already.
I trembled with anticipation when he placed his palm on my knee. He didn’t move it for a long moment. He drew in a deep breath, perhaps needing to gather strength for what he was about to do. But it was just as likely he was simply teasing me.
The tension winding inside my center was delicious.
Up his hand inched, sliding along the inside of my thigh and subtly urging my legs to part. And then his other hand skimmed across my chest, caressing my hardened nipples.
“Fuck,” I groaned under my breath when his fingertips brushed against my damp, sensitive skin at the center of my legs. His gentle touch was a jolt of electricity, jump starting the stalled orgasm that had lingered in my system, bringing it roaring back to life.
His hand stroking over my upper body wandered everywhere, but the one between my legs didn’t stray. He used the pad of his index finger to brush lines over my clit, and the pleasure was so intense, it bolted down my legs like lightning. The sensation caused me to jerk my knees up and find footing at the edge of the counter.
“I’m going to come so fast,” I blurted.
He loomed over me with a satisfied smile. “Because you liked watching me.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
His left hand pinched one of my nipples and gently tugged, while his right hand ground a tight circle against my pussy. “Which part, exactly?”
The heat and the pleasure were too much to think over. “When she came all over your cock.”
My words surprised him, and he rewarded me with a dazzling grin. But then he feigned disapproval. “You’ve got a filthy mouth, Charlotte.”
His left hand glided up my neck so he could push two fingers past my lips, filling my mouth and silencing my tongue. It muffled my moan he had created when he eased the first two fingers of his right hand deep inside me. I jerked, and I almost reached for him, but I caught myself just in time.
I didn’t want this to stop, and he’d told me to stay still. I was desperate to be good for him.
As I assumed he wanted, I closed my lips around the fingers in my mouth and sucked, simulating what I’d do if he wanted to put his cock there instead.
But he didn’t.
He pulsed those fingers in time with the fingers between my legs, fucking my mouth and my pussy at a slow, steady pace.
I squirmed and panted through my nose at how good it felt, all the while studying the determined, focused look etched on his handsome face. My hands that dangled over the side of the counter clenched into fists and then splayed out, and I laced my fingers together so I had something to hold on to.
Noah had put the fingers in my mouth for a reason . . . and it wasn’t to keep me quiet. He withdrew his hand, his fingers glistening with my saliva, and trailed them down to join his other hand.
His wet fingertips pressed to my clit, causing me to flinch and arch, and I gasped with satisfaction. He drove his fingers deep inside me, ramping up the tempo and changing angles with each thrust. I knew what he was doing, how he was searching for the spot I liked best, but it all felt so amazing, did it even matter?
God, I was going to lose my mind.
In and out he thrust his fingers, all the while manipulating my clit with his other hand. My propped-up knees shook. My breath came and went in heaving gulps. My heart pounded so furiously, it threatened to break free from my chest.