Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
“Take it off.” I bite back a groan as she sits back.
“Sorry.” Her husky whisper of an apology means nothing as she rocks her heat over me again.
“Liar.”
“I know.” Her eyes shine liquid as her hands move to the buttons. Her fingers are nimble, the buttons quickly loosened. Lavender slides the cotton from my shoulders, her fingers curling, holding as she undulates over me.
“Fuck, yes.”
“You like that?”
“Yeah. Torture me, princess. I can take it.”
The heat of her body, her scent. Her breath on my face. The moment is sublime. Heavenly as she begins to kiss her across my chest. A kiss here, a suck there. A graze of teeth that gives way to a sucking bite that will surely mark.
God, I hope so.
With a groan, I tip back my head as my pelvis tilts instinctively. She makes a noise, pleasure-filled yet inquisitive, pressing it into my neck.
She slides from my lap, coming to her knees between my spread legs.
“That wasn’t a hint.” It was mostly reflex.
“Wasn’t it?”
“Princess…” I say, all conflicted groan. I want, but I shouldn’t as her teeth press over my abs. I almost levitate, groaning as I twist under her.
“Hush. I want this.” Her lashes are a dark sweep as she keeps her gaze from me. “Just this.”
“I don’t think you should…”
“You aren’t a very accomplished liar.” Her eyes flash bright as the stars. “You know you want this. Want my mouth on you.” She reaches for my belt.
“Wait.” My head and my cock are at war. “It’s late.”
“Pass me a cushion.”
“Not when you’ve been drinking.”
“Are you playing hard to get, or do you expect me to believe you don’t want me to suck your cock?”
I blink as I try to process all of that… attitude.
Maybe this is why some men get off to women holding a cane.
“I want it.” Fuck yes, I do. “But I don’t want it thrown in my face tomorrow.”
She sits back on her heels, her expression mildly pensive.
I’m expecting a lecture, some don’t tell me what I want feminist bullshit. But I must’ve forgotten that Lavender is a one-off.
“That’s a phrase I’ve never put into a porn search engine. ‘Man throws cock in his own face.’ It conjures up some interesting images, though.”
“Lavender,” I grate out, trying not to laugh. I don’t want to laugh. I want to fuck her.
“But then again, I don’t understand why porn depicts men slapping their meat in the woman’s face. Cock slapping,” she adds, her gaze catching mine. “That’s a thing, right?”
I blink and try to sit up. “You are drunk.”
Her hands tighten on my thighs, nails digging into the fabric.
“Did you or did you not just watch me negotiate the pool like a sobriety test?”
“You planned this?”
“You danced with me. And you were good.” Her palm slides up my thigh, curling over the girth of my swollen cock. “I felt this. And now I want it, Raif. I want to put you in my mouth. To suck your cock.”
I groan, tipping my gaze to the dark heavens… even as I reach for the seat cushion from the nearby chair. Her fingers are quick on my belt, the slide of fabric to my hips a joint effort. She peels back my underwear, her face expectant, then—
She sits back on her heels, her gaze lowered as she stares. Just stares.
“Princess, what are you doing?”
Her eyes lift, but not her head. “Addressing the elephant in the room.”
I chuckle, and my cock bobs. She wraps her hand around the base and presses her lips to the very tip.
“Holy hell.” Her lips are soft and warm, her hair brushing my stomach and making the muscles jump.
“I’ve never seen one this big,” she whispers, running her index finger up my length. She bends forward, following the path with her tongue. “Not that I’ve seen that many,” she adds, sucking the head again. “I mean, I have four brothers, but—”
“Grip it,” I grate out. “Hard.”
She rolls her lip in, releasing it pink and glossy. “Bossy.” But she wraps her hand there. Cool against hot. Pale against ruddy. I close my eyes at the sight. The tickle of her breath brings them open just in time to see—feel—her mouth closing over me.
Down, down she slides.
“That’s it.” I brush my knuckle across her cheek, and my heart is fit to burst with gratitude. She’s so beautiful, all big eyes with her pretty lips wrapped around my cock.
“I like your commentary.” Her lashes flutter, her tongue swiping out. “Hot.”
“Put it in your mouth, princess. Suck it good and hard.”
Her head obediently dips as I curl my hands around the chair arms, hoping to hang on to my sanity.
Such a tight little suck, her tongue flicking over my glans. More then, as she takes a little more of me.
“That’s it.” I swallow hard, my fingers turning white. “Don’t be gentle with me.”