Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Just like that, Celeste. You want my hands on your body, don’t you?” I arch backwards, feeling his fingers slip inside the fabric of my dress. The glide along the underside of my breasts has my nipples hardening. A need to feel them along the tips, knowing that he can take me there by playing with my breasts alone, and when he takes one hand away, I release a breathless mewl. It’s painful and cruel. “Wylde.” My hands leave the back of his neck as he is kissing, licking, and sucking the base of my neck. Goose bumps prickle my skin. He allows me the room to use one of my hands, moving it to his lower abdomen then sliding it inside his pants.
“Fuck, Celeste, I’m going to make you come just like this. People could be watching.” I reach his cock, feeling the nakedness. Wylde is hot, heavy. I grip his length in my hand wishing it were my mouth gliding along his cock instead of my fist.
“Yes, God, yes, please. Right here, right now.” The bodies, the noise, the atmosphere, it’s only making the sensation heighten, and while I should be worried about my best friend, it all melts away with a look of Wylde’s eyes, a whisper of a word, a touch along my skin. I’m in another dimension where only he and I exist.
“Son of a bitch. Next time I get you off, it’ll be with my mouth or my cock, no clothes on,” he groans against my ear. The hand that left my breast is now under the skirt of my dress, sliding the fabric of my thong to the side, no doubt it’s soaking wet. His thumb thrums against my clit as he presses two thick fingers inside my center. I clench around them. And as much as I’m attempting to jack his dick, it’s harder as my body trembles. There’s no way it’s possible, not with the movements he’s making, sliding in and out, his thumb staying at my clit, my head dropping to his shoulder, lips seeking his, needing them before I scream down the club with how good this feels.
“Fuck.” The word leaves my lips as he tips my body over the edge. Wylde brings me down slowly, and when his fingers leave my center, our eyes meet. I watch as he takes his first taste of me. I swear his tongue wraps around his fingers so lasciviously, a mini orgasm wrecks me.
“Wylde,” I respond, spinning around in his arms, mouth going back to his, tasting myself on his lips, needing and wanting more until we’re both panting. I’m grappling to get closer to him, to meld with his body, ready to crawl into his arms and never leave
“Time to go,” he grunts when our kiss ends.
“I have to cash out,” I explain to him. I meant to do that when Tyra left, but those plans were foiled in the best way possible.
“I’ll take care of it.” I watch as Wylde takes his phone out of his pocket, efficiently firing off a text or email, I’m not sure which. He’s done before it started.
“Thank you.” I go on my toes, whispering it into his ear. He wraps his arm around my shoulder. I know we probably shouldn’t display this type of affection with one another while walking through the club then the hotel, but after what we just did, I can’t be bothered.
TWENTY-ONE
Celeste
“Stay. I won’t be in the office long. Order breakfast, lounge outside. There’s a pool. Do whatever you want.” The man is made of pure freaking stamina. Clearly, nearing forty isn’t slowing him down with the way he took me last night and all night long. In fact, he took me two times, yes, two, after we made it back to his house in record time. Wylde handling his Bugatti with effortless ease, then escorted me into his massive penthouse, all slick, masculine, with small creature comforts interspersed. Not that I got to see a whole lot because once we made it inside, his lips were on mine, and our bodies didn’t stop until I was fast asleep. And when Wylde woke me up again this morning, asking without asking that he wanted and needed my lips wrapped around his cock, I happily obliged, finally getting to taste him, to see what checks off all the marked boxes that drives him mad, pressing my head further on his length. He attempted to pull me off, as if I wasn’t prepared to take his cum and swallowing it down. Which is exactly what I did. It didn’t take him long till his energy was back to normal, freaking anomaly. Seeing him get out of bed, watching him while I laze as he gets in the shower. A wide-open space that allowed me to see the glass shower steam up and take in the view that’s pure male. The next time I have him in bed, my mouth is going to trace the tattoo that starts on his upper chest and goes down his arm in a sleeve, roses and gods wrapping around him much like I want to.