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)
“You want to fuck my mouth, Thomas?”
“No. I want you to make love to my cock with your mouth. I want you to suck me until your cunt aches with need.”
Heat flared in her eyes, and Sadie took me in her mouth, sucked and nibbled my cock, all the while, her gaze never left mine.
She took me deep and tasted every inch of me, and goddammit, it was the most intense blow job of my life. I wanted to come down her throat, to make her drink me in, but more than that, I wanted her. All of her.
“On your back,” I barked at her, pushing her down as I climbed on top of her and slid my cock deep. I gripped the back of one thigh and tossed it over my forearm, and gripped her throat with my free hand, stroking hard and deep, and so fucking slow my cock ached.
I don’t know how long I fucked Sadie that first time, but I wrung three orgasms from her just like that, one leg in the air with my hand gently squeezing the way she liked.
“Thomas,” she moaned hoarsely. “Thomas, please.”
That please hardened my cock, tightened my balls, and sent a bolt of lust through my spine. “You want to come again?”
She nodded and gripped my wrist, a sign for me to squeeze tighter.
I gave her what she wanted and took a sweet nipple in my mouth as my hips moved faster and faster, pounding into her for all the fuck I was worth until her pussy pulsed and clenched around me.
I fucked her fast and deep, adding more pressure to her throat until she came within a breath of passing out before I bit down on her nipple, and she came apart.
Her orgasm was quietly powerful, her body shook and trembled as the tension fled from each limb, one after the other. Minutes passed while she rode out her orgasm.
“Thomas. Oh fuck, Thomas.”
It was my name on her lips, over and over again.
One final aftershock left her body, and I pulled my cock out of her pussy and put it in her mouth, surprising a laugh out of her. It took a few swipes of her tongue before Sadie drank me in until I trembled.
“Fuck, Sadie.”
She licked her lips and smiled. “Well done.”
Done? Hardly. I kissed my way down her body until I found her pulsing, slick pussy.
“We’re not close to done, Sadie.” I licked her to two more orgasms before she passed out from pleasure.
And when she woke up later with my tongue teasing her asshole, I did it all over again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Sadie
Throwing myself into improving Lucky Lopez was just what I needed. Even the argument over renaming the club, which Jasper ultimately won, hadn’t pissed me off. Instead, it just fueled me to move forward. To do better. To make this place exactly what I wanted it to be.
Who knew overseeing construction and renovations could be so fulfilling? I made every decision from the color of the studs—copper—that fastened the leather to the booths in the VIP area, down to what type of poles would appear on each stage. This shit was mine. It was all mine.
And it was the perfect distraction from all the shit in my life that I couldn’t change. Like Bonnie being dead. Like the FBI being up my ass about Mueller’s death. About my youngest child icing me out of his life and that of my beautiful granddaughter.
Every choice I made was the perfect distraction from the shit show that was my life.
Not my entire life, of course, because Thomas was…holy fuck that man was insatiable. After that night in the hotel, I visited his room every night and let him fuck me until I passed out and woke up in his arms.
I couldn’t get enough of him. And with him right by my side every step of the Lucky Lopez renovations, I felt like a different version of the Sadie I’d been for the past thirty years or more.
I felt lighter.
I felt freer.
I felt like the woman I might have been if I’d never met Owen Byrne.
I wasn’t that woman, but for small spaces of time, I felt her trying to emerge again. Maybe it was Thomas. Maybe it was all the sex wiping the fog from my mind. Maybe it was seeing my dream finally come true.
I could see the changes and improvements as they were, but more importantly, I could see them as they would be when opening night rolled around. The place would be filled with ballers of all stripes, from old ass corporate types to Silicon Valley youngsters, to gangsters and everything in between. I could see them mixing with the hottest girls in town, tossing fifties and hundreds onto the stage, stuffing them by the handful into G-strings.