Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Are you serious right now?” Owen looks to Flynn. “I can’t tell if she’s joking.” Flynn just smiles, and Owen tosses a hand at him in dismissal, before looking back at me.
“It’s Asher Mathew, the plastic surgeon.” He looks at me like I should know who he’s talking about. I stare back, still clueless. “Celebrities and deep-pocketed fat cats seek him out for secret augmentation,” he continues.
“Tenly said he had a show before he got tired of all the fans trying to unmask who he was working on—which affected his clientele, of course,” Flynn adds.
“When Layla said he was famous, I thought he was an actor or something,” Paige says, still looking out the window.
“Baby girl, being an actor isn’t a big deal nowadays—not when you can get so much more attention doing other things. Cooking, blogging, playing video games!” Owen schools her. And, I mean, he’s not wrong. We lived in the same building as a YouTuber. He was five.
“Maybe I can get him to make my lips bigger.” I pucker my mouth and look to Owen for his critique.
“Girl, go suck on a shot glass, it’s cheaper.”
I bust out laughing, and Flynn chuckles at his witty partner.
“Guess I have to hide all the shot glasses now,” Heston chimes in from the kitchen.
“I don’t know, it might enhance her skill at sucking other things.” Owen crosses his arms, waiting for everyone to react to his statement. Stunned, I glance over my shoulder at Heston. He stands there holding the top cabinet doors open, his face stoic.
“And I’m going to my room…” Paige announces, her eyes wide, like she’s been traumatized.
Owen looks to me with flushed cheeks.
“My oops.” But he’s clearly not sorry.
Amused with himself, Owen laughs and walks to my front window. “So, are you going to go over there and see if you can get acquainted?”
I bite my bottom lip, thinking about it for a second, curious who her superstar of a husband is. But if he’s been gone this long, I’m sure he and Tenly are doing things I don’t want to walk in on.
“No, I’ll let you two busy bodies seize the opportunity.”
“Very well. Your loss.” Owen’s contemptuous tone causes me to nearly snort. I didn’t know me joining him in his morning gossip charades was so important.
Flynn gives me a respectful nod and then holds the door open for Owen, shutting it behind him as they leave. Looking out my window, I watch them head over to Tenly’s place and knock on the door. Nobody answers, so they knock again.
“Did they really go over there?” Heston asks.
“They did.” Turning around, I head into the kitchen and wrap my arms around his waist, his back to my face. He smells like his bergamot body wash. Sliding my hands up his fit stomach, I kiss his back gently, ready to have him touch me and make me feel good. There’s nothing worse than being alone when you don’t have to be.
Running my hand up his collarbone and around the nape of his neck, I deepen the kiss. A deep growl vibrates his chest.
“Someone’s ready to make up,” he says.
“Yes.” I nod, my voice husky and full of desire.
Reaching for my hand, he kisses it tenderly, then turns around, grabbing my face. His lips press against mine, and I breathe him in, my fingers scratching his chest as he delves into my mouth. Grabbing me under my left thigh, he hikes my leg up and pushes his length against me. My mouth parts in desire. My eyelids flutter.
“I think I need to oversee how well you suck things and taking my cock into your mouth is better practice than any shot glass, my dear.” Holy fuck that was hot.
Smiling like the devil, I slowly go to my knees, taking his khaki shorts and briefs with me. Placing his clothes under my knees to stay off the cold, hard floor, I fist the length of his cock and pump my hand, flicking the tip with my warm tongue. His hand falls to my head as he guides himself into my mouth. Salt coats my tongue, the taste acquiring. I hollow out my cheeks, nearly suctioning my mouth onto him. His knees wobble, fueling me on. I slide my mouth back and forth, spit dripping down my chin, becoming messy, just how he likes it. He whimpers and grunts like he’s close, the simple sounds he makes a siren of a man’s undoing. I twist my hands along his shaft and continue to bob until his body shudders and his cock jerks in my mouth, spilling his cum down my throat. I swallow, milking him for every last drop, then look up at him. He’s breathing erratically, his eyes cast down on me. He holds his hand out to help me up, and I take it and stand. My knees are sore, and my jaw aches from holding it open for so long. But a caress of satisfaction that I got him to cum makes me feel high. I’ve read online not many girls can make their man come with their mouth.