Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
She stares at me, I stare at her, and my cock between us grows impossibly hard.
One minute, Mimi is pressed against the sofa, and the next, I am. The downy towel is around my ankles, and my brain is melting down the back of my neck as her eyes and her fingers trail over my chest. My abs react under the tips of her fingers as she follows the trail of dark hair to where my cock juts between us, hard, ruddy, and so ready. She stares for a moment, watching as it jumps in response to her touch, my thighs tight, my balls tightening, my whole being ready to explode.
“I want to kiss you.” Her eyes rise, following the line of my bicep until they meet mine.
“Want to kiss me where?” I ask with more wit and feeling than I currently possess because my wits are blown at the prospect. As for feeling, every inch of my skin cries out for her touch. When she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, I almost combust.
“Here.” Her whisper is tremulous as she leans closer, licking at a trail of shower water that drips from my hair down my chest. “And here.” I groan and tip my head back as she circles the flat of my nipple with her tongue. As good as it feels, it’s not quite as special as the way her hand gravitates to my cock. She slides her fingers along the length, palming to the crown the way she’s watch me hold myself in the shower. I growl a little as the point of her tongue flicks the hardened bud of my nipple like a kitten lapping milk. I press my hand to the back of her head, encouraging her closer with one whispered word.
“Bite.”
She presses her teeth to my chest at the same time as I press my hand between her legs and swipe my middle finger through her wetness. I feel her startled gasp against my skin, her fingers tightening on my cock.
“I love kissing you here.” My thumb slides over the soft rise of her still swollen clit. “I’d crawl between your legs and make your pussy my home.”
“You have…” But that’s all she manages as I slide another finger inside her. Her free hand finds my bicep, her fingers almost piercing. And there we stand for breathless beats, my fingers inside her, my thumb petting and sliding over and over again as I force her onto her tiptoes to feel the full effect, our mouths all hot slides and breathlessness.
“I want…”
“Tell me. I’ll give it to you.” Again and again.
“I want to taste you.” She rocks against me, breasts pressed to my chest, so lewd and so lush as a chuckle rises from my chest, dark and sort of frantic.
“Then get on your knees, darling.”
“First, tell me who Kerry is.”
“What?” I pull back a little to better see her face, not quite sure of her meaning.
“Kerry,” she purrs as her hand slides between us, wrapping her dainty fingers around my cock in a surprisingly firm hold.
“The number on the newspaper,” I murmur, trying to keep a straight face.
“Yeah. Who is she,” Mimi repeats as she begins to slowly and methodically jerk me off.
“Beckett,” I almost grunt, the rest of the explanation leaving my mouth in a rush. “Gave me the number.”
“Oh. Right.” She angles her face away, but not before I see a flash of disquiet.
“A massage therapist.” I’m a bastard, but what’s good for the goose is definitely good for the gander as her tongue returns to my nipple and her free hand cups my balls. Her hot breath pools against me, and I’m glad I have something to lean against as she works me. This feels so good.
“Oh, look. You’re a little wet.”
I glance down at her words. Her thumb pressed to my slit, she pulls it away, pre-cum suspended like a tiny spider’s web between us. Until she brings her thumb to her mouth, where she sucks.
“Wet just for me.” Her gaze lingers almost speculatively before I bring my hand to the back of her head.
“Just for you. All for you, and there will be nothing left of me when you’re through.” I add a little pressure when her knees bend, her body bowing gracefully before me. “That’s right, little fly. Get on your knees for me.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Her smoky eyes watch my reaction as she paints a wet stripe of pleasure across my cock head, making me groan.
“You’re so silky here,” she whispers as she wraps her fingers around the base and her lips to my crown. Breath halts in my chest as she tongues the glans, licking and swirling like I’m an ice cream on a hot summer’s day. “And here.” Her solemn gaze watches as she licks along my length, making my toes curl against the towel, my hands finding themselves in her hair.