Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“It’s not every day I get on my knees for a woman.”
“How often?” I ask.
Jake’s hand skims my knee before it slowly inches upward. “Never.”
And I believe him.
I do.
I hate that I do.
Am I that gullible?
I also think he isn’t a man who lies often.
“I’m waiting.” I raise an eyebrow.
“You are. I can smell you. Did you know?” His words make me tense, questioning my sudden confidence. “You smell fucking amazing.” The compliment, and how he says it, low and assertive, has me swallowing roughly.
Damn! I’m enjoying this way too much.
Both of his strong hands now touch my inner thighs, and in one swift movement, he pushes my legs as wide as they can go.
“This won’t be a thing between us. Just sex,” I tell him as he leans in.
“A date. I agree.”
“Sex?” I ask.
“Yes, a date where we fuck. You still owe me one more, if I remember correctly.”
“So I do…”
He moves forward, his lips touching my inner thigh, and air leaves my lungs in a rush of what feels like relief.
A kiss.
Just a kiss.
And I already feel like putty in his hands.
Am I really going to do this? Am I going to let this man I barely know put his head between my legs and taste me?
Yes. Yes, I am. Because that’s what a woman my age would do. She would have fun sleeping around, especially after only being with the same person for almost my entire life, and right now, I deserve this.
This is all new to me.
A man on his knees in front of me is new.
Kyler would have never wanted to do this.
Jake moves even closer, his lips tickling and lingering all over my skin.
Nervousness shoots through me, and I think for a second I should stop. Stop this while I can.
Then he slides a finger up my dress and touches my clit. I jump at the contact, but he’s fast, holding my hips down with his other hand while his lips stay on my skin.
“Oriana.” He looks up at me.
“Hmm…” I say, peering down at him.
“Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay.”
He smirks before licking his way up my leg until he reaches the juncture of my thighs. When his hot mouth skims the outside of my lips, I yelp and moan at the same time. He doesn’t stop, and I’m not sure I want him to, as he continues to hold me in place with one hand while the other slides forward, and I feel his finger enter me. Jake’s pace starts slow, his finger leaving and entering in languid push and pulls as his hot mouth latches onto my clit, licking in small circles, making me woozy.
What is this?
And why am I loving it?
His movements are perfect. It is as if he’s taking his time, having his favorite dessert.
Maybe tonight I am exactly that—his favorite dessert.
I always thought maybe it was something about me that made Kyler not want to do this. Sometimes I thought, do I smell? Is that a thing? Was he turned off by my smell or taste? But when I look down at Jake, as my ass hangs off the chair and his head stays buried between my legs, I know it wasn’t me. Jake is treating me as if I am a goddess.
A small flash jumps into my mind.
Of course, he would be good at this. The man owns a sex club, after all.
His tongue moves and does this thing to my clit that makes my hips buck beneath him, and all thoughts disappear.
Jake holds me down, not giving me space to move, and keeps on doing it while his other hand works his fingers in and out of me.
I can feel the build. It’s high above me, like I’m trying to reach something I didn’t ask for but now need more than anything. Helplessly and desperately climbing for it.
“Tell me you love the way I…” lick, “taste your cunt.” His hot breath tickles me, and I push myself more into his face.
Is that bad? I feel like I need him closer, want more of him everywhere.
“Needy cunt this is.” He pulls away, and a sound echoes through the room as a sting shoots through my private parts, and when I look down, I realize he slapped me.
Oh. My. God.
Before I can even think of saying anything, his face is back between my legs and making me thankful I’m not standing. I start riding his face, my hips rolling on the chair when he pulls away again. He stays on his knees, removing his hand from between my legs. Then he pushes my dress up around my ass and stands me up. Sliding one hand down my calf to my ankle, he lifts my leg.
I grab him to steady myself from falling as he puts it over his shoulder. And before I can say a word, his mouth is back on me, and my hands find their way to his hair and grip.