Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
It’s not my first blow job. It won’t be my last.
What nearly brings me to my knees is who is tasting me. Who is watching my face for a reaction.
She hasn’t even slid me to the back of her throat yet, and I already know that tonight is going to be the best damn sexual experience of my life.
“That,” I manage.
“What about this?” Her hand cups my balls as she slides down me further, her tongue lapping at the underside of my cock, skating over my jewelry. I fucking see stars.
“That, too,” I say, my voice husky and rough.
I have to look away from her, to focus my eyes on the ceiling because the sight of her lips stretched to accommodate me is just too much.
She moans against me, the vibration threatening to embarrass me, and I have to reach for her.
My thumb skates down her cheek as she blinks up at me.
“If you want to fuck, then I’m going to need you to stop sucking.” It sounds harsh and I hate the way the word fuck sounds on my lips, but I also feel the need to distance myself emotionally from this situation. This isn’t two star-crossed lovers finally getting a chance to be together. We aren’t some fairy tale romance where the guy gets the girl he’s always wanted because the girl secretly wanted him too.
It’s just sex and I’ll be damned if I’m going to have the opportunity right in front of me to stuff her with my cock and waste it by blowing my load in her mouth.
“Do you want to fuck, Jules?”
A grin spreads across her face despite my cock filling her mouth. Her lips are juicy red and already a little swollen from the time she has spent on her knees.
Helping her off her feet, I use the tip of one finger to trace the strap of her bra from her shoulder to the fabric covering what I imagine is a beautiful set of breasts.
“I fucking love you in lace,” I confess, slipping the strap off her shoulder.
She reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, but I grab her hands, preventing that from happening.
“Allow me.”
If this is going to be every gift I’ve ever wanted, then I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her unwrap herself. I’m going to need the memories after tonight, and I don’t want to leave even my own thoughts up to my imagination.
I bury my face in her neck as I reach behind her, my fingers deftly unhooking her bra. When I pull back and let the garment slide down her arms, she looks a little shocked that I didn’t fumble with the closure like some teenage boy.
“That look just won’t do, Miss Warren.”
“I just thought—”
“You need to get it out of your head that I’m just Beth’s younger brother. I’m a fucking man who is about to rock your fucking world.”
She bites the corner of her bottom lip, her cheeks managing to flush a little more. “Prove it.”
A slow, wicked smile spreads across my face. “Oh, baby. I plan on it.”
She gasps when I lean forward, crowding her for a second before sucking the tip of one breast into my mouth. I cup it in my hand as I taste her skin, my free hand traveling down her stomach and slipping inside her lace panties without warning. As far as I’m concerned, she gave me permission for any and everything, but I know the night isn’t long enough to work through every single fantasy I’ve had about this woman. I am, however, going to hit as many high points as I can tonight.
She’s slick, ready, and that knowledge has my cock jerking against my thigh.
She whimpers when I slip two fingers inside, sucking in a breath when I push a third one in.
“Goddamn,” I mutter against her skin. “You are going to fucking destroy me.”
“I was just about to say the same thing about you.” She’s breathless and needy, her hips rotating as I make her ready for me.
I chuckle, the sound light and a little out of place right now. Or maybe it’s perfect. Maybe the fact that we do know each other makes this better somehow. We aren’t strangers. We’ve seen each other at highs and at lows in each of our lives. We don’t have to pretend right now.
But I don’t know her in this way. I don’t know what she wants, exactly what she needs, and that’s thrilling on its own.
Her fingers curl into my biceps as I take a step back, telling me she’s just as greedy as I feel.
“I need you,” she whines when I break all contact with her body and just take in the sexy sight of her.
There’s a pink blush on her chest, gradually inching up her neck. Her breasts are heaving with need, her pink nipples pulled tight, the right one flushed from my mouth being there. Her panties are pulled to the side, her shaved pussy on display in a way that would seem taboo if it weren’t for how fucking sexy it is.