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)
When my panties reach my knees, he moves in, his fingers halting, and kisses me where my slit starts. He does it once, twice, three times before he slides his tongue up to my clit and sucks. I yelp in surprise and grab onto him. Chuckling, he continues his torture, the sensation pushing me toward that wonderful feeling. My head falls back and hits the wall as his mouth works overtime, making me come in what seems like only a minute.
I have never come so hard and fast in my life.
Just a few licks, fingers inside pumping nice and fast, and I am putty in his hands.
How have I missed out on this my whole life?
The problem is, now it’s all I want.
All I dream about.
When he’s done, he stands, pulls up my panties, and leans into my ear. “Get dressed. We’re late.” Pressing a kiss to my neck, he steps back, leaving me breathless as I manage to dress and make myself decent somehow. I’m buzzing from head to toe with every move I make.
He watches the whole time until I slide on a pair of heels. When I reach for my bag, he shakes his head.
“You won’t need it.”
“My phone,” I say.
“You won’t need that either.” I want to argue with him, but I don’t. Instead, I listen and follow him out. Once I lock the door behind me, he takes the keys and slides them into his pocket as we make our way to his Porsche. He opens the door, letting me in before he goes to the driver’s side.
“Your driver not with you tonight?”
“He wasn’t invited.”
“I thought he went everywhere you went.”
“Not tonight.” He starts the car and pulls out.
“Where is it that we are going?”
“An anniversary party.”
“I got that. Do you know them well?”
His fingers drum on the steering wheel before he says, “You could say that.”
“Okaaay.” It’s all I can think to say.
He smirks but says nothing more as we continue to drive. His phone rings and he mutes it, ignoring the call before he comes to a stop outside a brownstone. The house is marvelous—actually, that word doesn’t describe it well enough, it’s incredible. I personally think all brownstones are amazing, as they have that older vibe yet modern feel to them.
Someone opens Jake’s door. “Sir, I’ll park for you.”
Jake gets out and comes around to my side, opening my door and taking my hand as I slide out of the vehicle.
“Are you sure what I’m wearing is okay? They have valet,” I ask, concern now etching in my voice.
He looks me over again. I’m dressed in a leather skirt, a long-sleeved man’s shirt that is cut off and buttoned up the front, with a bulky necklace and heels to match.
“Stunning,” he answers, his gaze burning with lust. I blush at his single descriptive word, and his hand cups my cheek as he strokes it with his thumb before he says.
“It’s the same color as your pussy lips.” I’m sure my face goes redder at his vulgar comment. “Did you like how I didn’t use that word?” he asks, then leans in and whispers in my ear not being able to resist, “Yours is my favorite cunt.”
“Jake!” I breathe out, trying to scold, when really, my voice is nothing but an aroused whisper. Seeing right through me, he laughs, pulling away and walking up the stairs.
“I tell no lies, Oriana,” he says as the door opens.
When it does, all three men from the other night at the club are standing there. The one near the stairs holds a blonde woman close to his side while the other two are in conversation. A man greets and welcomes us in.
I look to Jake, who nods his head at the first two.
“Lucas, Joey, this is Oriana.” Both men turn to face us, and I grip hard onto Jake, not wanting him to let go. I’m used to being on someone’s arm during parties—it’s all I have ever done, but this party is full of men who are truly scary.
“The one you are fucking, correct?” the man, who I am guessing is Lucas, questions. He is dressed in a suit, much like the others, but his suit appears far more expensive. There’s an air about him that screams danger.
The other man offers me a kind smile, and even though he is covered in tattoos doesn’t give off quite the same air of danger as Lucas. Don’t get me wrong, he is still unnerving.
“Yes, the very one,” Jake replies.
“And she’s married to the rock star. Tell me, how is your husband doing?”
“Lucas, leave the woman alone,” Joey says. “Do you not have your girlfriend here to annoy?”
“You are my favorite person to annoy, you already know this.” Lucas smiles at Joey, and when he does, a chill runs down my spine before he looks back at me. “You don’t know who we are, do you?”