Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
I finally allow myself to touch her and grip low on her hips. The material of her dress is so thin that I can feel the heat of her skin through it. My thumbs rub up and down, just inches away from her pussy, and I’m acutely aware of how easy it would be to slip my hand up her dress and make her come on my fingers. But I have bigger plans in mind.
“On the contrary, I got what I wanted and now I want more. My new fantasy still involves the ribbon, but now, I want it to happen right… here.” I flip her around so she can see inside the window. “I want you strung up and helpless while I eat your pussy two feet from your idiot boyfriend while he tries to figure out where you disappeared to.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she says, but the huskiness of her voice tells me she wants this, too. If I wasn’t so turned on right now, the way Liam turns in a circle like a complete imbecile would be comical.
I tug on the black satin, untying her hair, and her thick, dark locks tumble out of the bow, her breath hitching with anticipation.
“Tell me I’m right. Tell me you were looking for me. Tell me you wore this ribbon for me.” I turn her back around, pressing her back into the wall underneath a light fixture. Tell me you hoped I’d finish what I started on the kitchen counter.”
“I was looking for you.”
It’s not a full admission, but it’s a start. And it’s more than I thought I’d get from her stubborn ass. “Does this mean you’re going to let me give you your New Year’s kiss?”
“You already did.”
I shake my head slowly. “Not here,” I say, dragging my thumb across her plump bottom lip before skimming down her body, stopping between her thighs. “Here.” Using my middle finger, I trace her slit through her dress then draw light circles over her little clit.
“Someone will see,” she says, even as her hips arch off the wall and into my touch. Her arms fall to her sides and her purse slides off her arm, dropping to the ground.
“So tell me to stop.”
“This is the last time.”
“Sure it is.” I pull my hand away, loving the way she practically growls in protest. “Patience, Sweet Valentine.” Gathering her wrists in one hand, I bring them both above her head. I quickly tie them together with her ribbon before securing them to the iron light fixture above her head. I step back to admire the view and almost come in my fucking pants at the sight. Her hair is wild, arms stretched over her head, full tits are close to spilling out, and her dress has ridden up even higher, barely covering her pussy now. She’s forced onto her tiptoes, just barely able to reach the ground, even with the extra inches courtesy of those death traps she calls shoes.
“Holden, it’s freezing out here,” she says, snapping me out of my reverie. I want to take my time with her, but the reality is, we probably don’t have long until someone either discovers us or realizes we’re both missing from the party. Not to mention, it’s now past midnight, which means there will be another hour or two of mingling and saying goodbyes before everyone makes their way home for the night.
Dropping to my knees in front of her, my fingers circle her right ankle before I widen her stance, making her open for me. She gasps, but she doesn’t object. My hands skim up the outside of her smooth legs and underneath her dress before I curl my fingers into the thin straps of her underwear and tug them down, leaving them mid-thigh. Flattening my palms against the top of her thighs, I slide them up her body, bunching her dress up as I go.
“Fucking beautiful,” I say, my greedy eyes roving her outstretched body, not knowing where to look first. But I don’t let myself hesitate long, not wanting to make the same mistake I made last time. I’m not leaving here until my face is drenched with her cum. Her chest heaves, tits straining against her dress as I lean forward and part her lips with my tongue.
“Shit!” Her hips jerk away from the wall when my tongue hits her clit, and I take the opportunity to grab her ass cheeks, holding her in place as I bury my face between her legs. When I lick her with the flat of my tongue, her thighs tremble and she sucks in a sharp breath at the contact. I do it again and she fucking melts into me.
I don’t care what she says. This is not the last time.
Valen
“Oh my God.” I can’t believe I’m letting this happen, here of all places, where anyone could catch us. More than that, I can’t believe I’m enjoying it. Enjoying it is an understatement. My head falls back against the rough wall when Holden lifts my thigh and hitches it over his shoulder. My hands are itching to touch him, to tangle my fingers in his hair while he works his magic. For the first time in my life, I actually want to touch someone, and I can’t. The cold wall bites into my back and my arms are already becoming sore in this position, but I’d rather die than stop whatever Holden’s doing to me.