Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I unscrew the rigid cap and let her try it first. I want sober eyes as I watch the effect it has on her. She doesn’t react like some little girl who’s never tasted hard liquor before, and this surprises me.
There is a undeniable sexual tension floating between her and me. The whiskey will calm us and get things moving.
I hold the flask up to her precious mouth. “Taste,” I say.
“What is it?” Isadora isn’t the type of woman to just do what she’s told. She’ll challenge the demand first.
“Taste.” I’m just as stubborn.
She takes it from my hand, feels where it’s warmed by my fingers, and tips it so the whiskey rushes over her tongue. She makes a funny expression. Does she like it or does she hate it? I can’t tell.
Then she starts coughing. “Oh lord, Nathan.” She passes it back to me.
I chuckle, my voice is a bit hoarse today. I down a bit of the whiskey in the flask and don’t waste anymore time. I feel so good tonight, warm. Maybe it’s the whiskey or the fact that I’m with this woman, but it’s amazing.
I touch her face, and she touches mine. I take her hand and squeeze it.
I get on top of her and start kissing her—hard. There’s no hesitance with me, and she’ll soon realize I’m a much better lover than Vincent.
“Mmm…” She makes a beautiful sound as my hard body surrounds her. I start unbuttoning my shirt once I have her flat on the floor. Her chest heaves with excitement and I’m mesmerized by the rise and fall of her perfect breasts.
She places a hand on my face, and I stare down at her with my bedroom eyes. She has palace eyes, this princess—they are big and shiny with secrets.
“Kiss me,” she says. I kiss her again, along her neck, and she stretches, her limbs parting and spreading along the floor.
“With pleasure.” My tone is warm. My breath hits her tummy after I lift her dress up and run my fingers along her legs, and she moves against me, wanting more. And I know where she wants it.
I go for the flask and spill just a little across her tummy.
“Nathan!” she laughs, but I’m quick to lap it up so it doesn’t get on the fancy palace rug.
“Shush now.” My slight dominance turns her on, I can tell by how she obeys. My hands find hers against the rug, and I entwine my fingers with hers, and place my mouth on the waistband of her panties. The hot rush of feeling my mouth so close to her sex makes her writhe about so I can watch her breasts jiggle.
I pull at her underwear with my teeth.
“Oh…” Her fingers grasp my hair as she tries to gain purchase from the flurry of sensation running through her.
I look up at her and touch her hips.
“You want me?” I say.
She gazes back down at me and runs her hand down my face, gliding it over my cheekbone. I take her hand and kiss it. Her fingers are slim and dainty. Mine are thick. I circle them around her wrist and apply just enough firmness to remind her how strong I am.
“Oh…yes…”
“You do? You want me?”
“Yes.”
“How bad?”
“Bad, so bad.” Her eyes are hooded with lust. I want her just as badly.
I glance up at her and kiss her thigh, plastering my lips to her skin and making her wait a little longer before I touch her.
“Oh…” She sways her hips, and I swear the sight could cast a spell on me right now and make me do her bidding. Except I already want to give her everything she desires.
“You want to cum on my mouth, let me taste you when you fall apart around me?” I ask, and I lick around her wet pussy, tasting and savoring every inch of her. I tongue her clit and run my tongue and down her slit so that she can’t answer if she wants to.
“Damn, Nathan, I feel like I’m on fire when you touch me…but when you say things like that, fuck,” Isadora says, biting her lip. She lifts her body by arching her back. I place my hands over her breasts and feel her heartbeat thundering against my palm.
“You want me inside you? I really want to be inside you all night; I want nothing more than that. I think about you all the time; it makes me crazy.”
I slip my tongue out over her clit and feel her heart rate increase. I feel like a doctor or mad scientist, examining her, touching her, and collecting her reaction.
“Oh…Nathan.” She toys with my hair. I think she loves my hair more than anything else. She touches my face, feeling the stubble there, and she moves around on the rug, her body a welcoming vessel for mine. We get lost in a long, hot-tempered kiss. She pulls at my hair to keep me close to her, as if I want to be anywhere else.