Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“You look so fucking beautiful,” he said against my mouth, gently backing me up against the counter.
The dressing room was entirely too small for what I wanted from him, but we’d make it work.
“We can’t take this off, can we?” he asked, eying my dress.
A flush crept over my body and I shook my head. “Not a chance.”
“Hmm,” he considered, taking a small step away from me as he dropped to his knees. “What about these?” he asked, his fingers hooking the straps of lace on my hips. “Can I take these off?”
I smiled down at him, heart racing against my chest. “I love it when you’re on your knees and asking for permission,” I teased.
He growled, dragging the lace down my thighs and over my ankles, the end getting snagged on the tip of my heels for a moment before he freed them. He glanced around before pocketing the lace in his suit jacket. Then he ducked beneath the folds of my dress and—
“Weston!” I cried out as his tongue slid over my heat.
He popped he head back out from beneath my dress. “Shh,” he chided me, nothing but a devilish grin on his face. “You want everyone to hear?”
I bit down on my lip as he disappeared again, his mouth instantly on me. I gripped the small counter, leaning back against it for leverage as he slid a finger inside me while he tortured my clit with his tongue.
There was nothing slow about this. Not here. Not today.
Weston was starved, and he worked me up to a sharp note of pleasure that tightened my entire body. He alternated fucking me with his tongue and his fingers, winding me up so much I could hardly breathe around the sensation.
He hummed against my oversensitive flesh, lapping up my flavor like I was his favorite dessert.
“Wes,” I whispered his name as best I could, my head spinning as I rode that edge.
“Mmmhmm,” he mumbled against me, and I let go of the counter, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle my moan. He sucked my clit into his mouth at the same time he pumped two fingers into me, sending me shattering all over the place. I moaned into my hand as I shivered around him, my orgasm crashing over me in waves of release that had me seeing stars.
Weston dragged himself from beneath my dress, shifting as he stood up. He licked his lips, pure confidence gliding over his face as he looked down at me. This man owned me heart, body, and soul and there wasn’t a damn thing I’d ever be able to do about it.
And I didn’t want to, either.
Well, I wanted to do one thing.
I reached for his zipper, unleashing his hard cock in the span of a few heartbeats. Weston laughed as I hopped up on the counter myself, gathering the skirts of my dress up to my hips before spreading my legs for him.
“Now, my love?” he teased.
I nodded, waving him over. “Right now, Weston.”
He smiled against my mouth, sliding between my legs. He drenched himself with my warmth before thrusting into me with one hard motion, and I gasped.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his lips brushing mine as he pumped into me. “You’re on fire, baby,” he said, thrusting harder. “All wet and hot and mine.”
I wrapped an arm around his neck, holding him against me while I kept my other hand on the counter for leverage as I met every one of his thrusts with one of my own.
“Harder,” I urged, locking my ankles around his hips.
“Goddamn,” he groaned, pumping into me with desperate thrusts.
I shivered again, my pleasure building each time we connected. Weston held me to him, the hurried, desperate position creating all sorts of delicious friction that had me riding that edge again.
“Wes,” I moaned, and he captured my lips with his. “Wes, Wes, Wes,” I whispered as he fucked me hard and fast. “God, yes.”
“You’re right there,” he said. “So fucking responsive. I love it.”
I gripped him tighter, sucking his tongue into my mouth the same way I would his cock later. He groaned at the move, and held me so damn tight as I clenched around him.
“Fuck, Brynn,” he said into my mouth, his cock hardening another degree inside me as his own release built.
“Come with me,” I demanded, rocking into him with abandon as I chased my pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pumping into me hard enough to sting. It was fast and frenzied and fucking delicious. I would never, ever get enough of this man—
“Wes!” I breathed his name as my orgasm ripped through me, shaking my senses and sparking every nerve I had as release barreled down my spine.
Weston spilled into me, his release making mine shiver and sparkle for another round before we both went limp against each other.