Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
When she sank in front of me, her words almost made me come right there. She never broke our gaze as she undid my belt and zipper, letting my pants drop to the floor before she slowly wrapped her hand around my already weeping cock.
“You call me naughty,” she whispered. “Walking around naked under your suit.”
“Only for tonight. For you.”
My head fell back as she responded the very best way—by taking my cock in her mouth. I groaned as she lapped at the tip and tongued her way up and down my shaft. The world outside her mouth ceased to exist as she played with me, sucking and stroking, taking in as much of me as she could, using her hands on the rest. Cupping my balls, teasing me with her talented tongue. Humming around me so I felt the sensations everywhere. I grasped the back of her head, praising her, guiding her. She pushed at the material of my shirt, and I yanked it over my head, throwing it behind me somewhere. I didn’t care where it landed. She traced the muscles of my abdomen, feathering her fingers along the ridges. Stretching her arms up to reach my nipples and flick them, all while sucking me. Then she stroked along my sides, reaching behind to cup my ass, pushing my cock farther down her throat.
I groaned and hissed. Watched her, watching me. Fought off the orgasm bearing down on me. But it was too strong, and she was far too good at this.
“Coming,” I warned, giving her the chance to move. She shut her eyes and relaxed her throat, sliding her finger between my ass cheeks and teasing me.
I came hard. Loudly. Flooding her throat and cursing. Groaning her name. Pleading to God and any other deity that was listening. I gripped the back of the sofa as I let my release wash over me. Bright, powerful, intense. I wasn’t sure I had ever felt one as strong. It went on and on, and I was certain my head was about to explode from the pleasure.
And then it receded, slowly ebbing until I was almost mindless.
I opened my eyes and gazed down at the beautiful woman between my legs. She smiled at me, then winked. “I was taking the edge off for you.”
I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, tasting the sharpness of my release on her tongue.
“Your turn.”
She grinned. “Bring it on, big man.”
“On the bed,” I growled, kicking off my shoes and stepping from my clothing. I yanked off my socks, my erection already growing again as I watched her back up to the bed and sit.
“Lie back.”
She did as I demanded, sliding toward the middle, keeping her legs closed and smiling at me, looking too damn sexy and coquettish. I approached the bed and slid my hands down her shapely thighs. I lifted a leg, kissing the delicate bones of her ankle. Her foot was slender and long, the arch high and her toes painted a deep pink. “Such amazing legs.” I kissed the arch. “A dancer’s legs and feet.”
She laughed. “You mean waitress.”
“You make every step look like you’re dancing.”
Her eyes softened. “You say the nicest things for a tough guy.”
“Only for you,” I repeated.
I kissed her other ankle and ran my hands up her legs, gripping her knees. “But while you’re here, in this room, baby, the legs stay open.” I pushed at her knees, exposing her to my eyes. Deep pink, wet, and glistening. Her pussy had a small thatch of curls and was pretty. Beckoning. Begging for me.
So I gave it what it wanted.
She gasped as I covered her with my mouth, lapping at her clit and tasting her. She gripped the comforter, her back arching. She was musk and honey. Sweet and sharp. Wet and warm. I couldn’t get enough. I licked and bit, sucked and nuzzled. Slid one finger, then two into her, pumping in a steady rhythm until she climaxed, crying out my name. But I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. I sat back.
“On your knees,” I ordered, rolling on a condom.
She did as I asked, looking over her shoulder at me as she propped herself up on her elbows. She had a tattoo that snaked up her spine of a flock of swallows taking off in flight. The black ink was sexy on her long back. She was flushed and eager, wiggling her ass. I smacked it once, then twice, her skin turning pink. “You want my cock, baby?”
“Yes. Now.”
I laughed, smacking her butt again. “I call the shots here.”
But I gripped her hips and sank in deep, groaning at how good she felt around me. I reached under her, cupping her heavy breasts, playing with her nipples as I began to move. She whimpered, matching my movements, and we flowed together like a tidal wave, surging and ebbing, hard and fast. She whimpered and moaned.