Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I don’t care about your honesty. I just hope you give other things to me straight…”
I took another drink as I looked at her, a woman all the more stunning because she was ruthless. Her eyes were fierce. Her mouth was brutal. I’d never met another woman like her. Camille was different from other women, but she didn’t have this fire. Inferno…that was a better description. “I will.”
My arm moved over the back of the couch, and I got comfortable, my knees wide apart, looking at her beside me.
Her eyes held mine, keeping up her look of confidence to mask her unease. She was nervous, her heart pounding under that thin robe. I could see it in the breaths she took. Her chest gave her away.
My hand reached for her knee, soft against my callused fingers. My fingers dipped to the inside of her knee, feeling the softest flesh I’d ever known. My eyes dropped to my movements because the single touch was utterly intoxicating. I trailed up slowly, my fingers opening the robe the farther I moved up her thigh. Olive skin that was as delicate as rose petals. I moved higher up, reaching the apex of her thighs.
My fingers met the satin of black panties.
I loved black.
My thumb found her nub, and I pushed it like a button.
Her response was immediate, sucking in a much-needed breath. Her head tilted back slightly too, and one knee dropped farther away, giving me more room to keep touching her.
I accepted the invitation and touched her harder.
Her breaths slowly built up, becoming deeper, her skin blushing a beautiful pink.
My hand slid to the back of her neck before my fingers fisted that lustrous hair. I slowly moved in, my lips landing on those pink clouds. As my fingers dipped inside her panties, I kissed her, imagining that red lipstick all over my mouth.
Her palm met my cheek, and she deepened the kiss with a swirl of her perfect tongue. It was just the right amount of breath, just the right amount of desperate pant. Her fingers dug into my short hair as she started to grind against my fingers.
She wasn’t afraid to show a man what she wanted—and I loved that.
My fingers left her aching sex, and I moved up higher, finding the bow she’d tied at the front of her robe. My fingers gripped the satin ends and slowly pulled it free. Her kiss was exquisite, but I wanted to see the goodies under the robe.
My eyes dropped to a flat tummy with a cute navel piercing. I looked up, seeing the perkiest, sexiest tits I’d ever laid eyes on. “Damn, you’re perfect.” My hand flattened over her stomach and slowly migrated up, pushing between her plump tits until I gripped one in my bare hand.
My lips landed on her neck, and I kissed her as I squeezed her tit with my hand, feeling the supple softness, flicking the hard nipple with my thumb. My lips trailed down, tasting that delicious skin everywhere, getting that tit in my mouth as fast as I could.
Fuck, this woman was fire.
She was mine now. My body was on top of hers, and I kissed her everywhere. Her neck, her jawline, her collarbone. Both nipples visited my mouth and were moistened by my tongue. My kisses moved in the valley between her tits. I kissed that tight stomach then swirled my tongue around that glittering piercing at her belly button. My thumb hooked into her panties, and she lifted her hips so I could slide them down her long legs.
I didn’t eat pussy a lot, but damn, I wasn’t leaving until I had a taste.
Mother of God.
My mouth sealed over her heat, and I feasted, tasting pussy that was bold like wine but sweet like strawberries. The combination made a nice flavor on my tongue. My arms were hooked underneath her thighs as I pinned her back, on my knees on the rug, listening to this woman moan and dig her nails into my forearms.
Her ankles locked behind my head, and she ground her body into me, wanting me to eat her alive.
With pleasure, sweetheart.
I focused on her clit and kept swirling, kept pressing, kept digging in my tongue until she started to quiver.
Was she a screamer or a crier? I was about to find out.
Her hips bucked into my face as she writhed on the couch, her moans passing through the thin walls and invading her neighbors’ dinner. Her deep voice became high-pitched, hitting a crescendo, and then they came.
The tears.
I got to my feet and lifted her with me, ready for my turn. I moved into her bedroom and found the queen-sized bed against the wall. I dropped her on the bed then stepped back, yanking off my jacket because it felt like a poncho at the moment.