Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Eager,” I cooed.
“The only thing better than your mouth on my cock, is your cunt wrapped around me.”
I rewarded that killer compliment by taking his cock slowly but deep, just how he liked it.
“Oh fuck, Sadie.”
His hips bucked forward, and a low growl echoed in the kitchen.
His cock was thick and hard, aching with the need to come. I didn’t dare close my eyes because the way his jaw clenched, the way his nostrils flared and brows dipped in anguished ecstasy, had my whole pussy swollen and pulsing.
I loved watching him.
I took him deep, and his hips bucked again, a move that pulled a low laugh from me. The move vibrated against his nuts, and Thomas stood taller, tugging that handful of hair just a little tighter. His hips thrust slow and deep; he fucked my mouth until his cock was buried in my throat.
“Sadie. Just like that.” He fucked slow at first, enjoying the slide of my lips and tongue along every inch of his cock. He pumped faster and faster until his orgasm crashed over him in a loud roar.
I swallowed every drop as it jetted from his cock and splattered in my mouth, still sucking until his legs trembled and his hands flew to the counter beside him.
“Damn, that mouth.” Thomas smiled down at me, the expression gentle and filled with heat. Both hands went to my face, stroking my cheek and then my jaw so tenderly it made me uncomfortable.
Something about this blow job was different, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. I was turned on as fuck, but I could do without the other feelings.
“Come here.” He pulled me to my feet and scooped me in his arms with a growl as he kicked off his pants and boxers, leaving them on the kitchen floor.
So un-Thomas-like.
With long, determined strides, he climbed the stairs and skipped the room where I’d showered and changed, heading straight to the room at the end of the hall.
The master suite took up half of the top floor, the king-size bed in the middle of the room, the obvious centerpiece. It was decorated in Thomas’ signature style, masculine sophistication.
Dark shades of blue and gold were present on the bedding, and a tall chest of drawers stood beside a mahogany armoire. It was tasteful and expensive, just like the man who set me on my feet with a smile, gaze lasered on my face as he removed his shirt, undershirt and socks.
He sat on the bed and grinned. “You have on too many clothes.”
I looked down and returned his smile. “A few.”
“Take them off. Slowly.”
I laughed. “You want a striptease?”
“No, I just want you naked.”
He stroked his cock slowly, jaws clenched as he watched me step out of my pants and remove my sweater and lingerie. “You’re beautiful.”
His words sent a shiver of want through me, turning my spine to liquid and my legs wobbly.
“Thomas.” His name came out on a throaty moan from where I couldn’t tell except deep within me. But there was something about this fuck, this encounter that was different.
I was sober, for starters.
For another thing, Thomas took the lead.
And I didn’t mind one fucking bit, for another.
“Come here, Sadie. Come to me.”
I did as he commanded and stood in front of him wearing nothing but a smile.
“I’m here. Now, what do you want?”
He laughed. “I want what you want.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah? And what is that?”
“Come here, Sadie Rose, ride my face. Grind that pussy against my mouth, my nose, and demand me to lick your asshole. Do your worst.”
I moaned again at his words. Was I so transparent, or was he just that perceptive? “You sure that’s what you want, Thomas?”
“Fuck yes, I’m sure.” To prove it, he laid back on the bed and waited for me to climb his body, which I did.
With one knee planted on either side of his face, I looked down into hazel eyes that glittered with desire and took a handful of his black hair. My hips slowly rocked back and forth, Thomas’ tongue flat and wide against my pussy.
“Fuck, that tongue,” I growled as my hips started to move faster, but not much. I planned to savor this, to remember every fucking sober detail as I took my pleasure.
Thomas moaned, and the sound ricocheted through me and made me shiver.
“Your mouth is so fuckable.” He rewarded my words by slipping his tongue deep into my cunt.
“Fuck yes. You like that, my juices coating your face.”
He nodded, the move offering additional friction from his nose, and I moved in faster, longer strokes.
“Damn right you do.” I ground and thrust against his lips, tongue, and nose until I felt my thighs tighten. My orgasm started at my toes and climbed up at a glacial pace. I hurried that bitch up by fucking Thomas’ tongue, enjoying the hot wet slide in and out of me.