Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
A hungry moan releases from my throat at the urgent way she touches me. Her hand is firm and every motion is calculated to get me off. I’ve never seen this side of Viola before and a part of me wonders if this is a side I bring out in her or if she’s always been like this.
“Fuck me like one of your whores, Travis,” she says as I kiss down her neck.
“You’re not a whore,” I tell her, meaning it.
“Can’t I be just for one night?” She sounds desperate, and I can’t find it in myself to deny her any longer.
“We play by my rules, Viola.” I pull her earlobe in between my teeth, feeling her shiver against me. She doesn’t respond. “Do you understand?” I tilt her chin so she looks up at me. “You fight me and you’ll end up hurt. Got it?”
Her eyes glass over as she nods. “I won’t break.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I say, pressing my lips back to hers. I wrap a hand back around her neck, guiding my tongue inside her mouth as I palm her breast with my other hand. Everything about Viola Fisher screams perfection. Her tits fit just right in my hand, her full lips capture every motion I give her, and her body responds in all the right ways. Even her moans tell me exactly what I need to hear.
“How many times can you make yourself come?” I ask against her lips, but she doesn’t respond. “I want to know your magic number. Tell me.”
“I don’t know...three, maybe?”
I smirk against her lips, pulling her lower lip in between my teeth. “I can do three in my sleep, princess. I hope you’re ready.”
She has no idea just what she’s asked for.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
VIOLA
Travis’ muscular arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me up on the kitchen counter. My entire body is on fire, burning for relief. The way he kisses me overpowers my entire mind, and I can no longer fight the desire to need him.
“You need it, sweetheart. Don’t you?” he asks against my mouth. He’s never called me that before, which means it must only be reserved for his whores. I don’t have it in me to care though. I’ll take any part of him he’s willing to give me.
I tighten my legs around his waist and press him closer. His lips curl up, and I can tell he’s smiling.
“That’s what I thought.”
He steps back slightly, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he hooks his fingers to the waistband of my skirt and begins pulling it down with my panties. “Let’s break your record. You okay with that?” He kneels down in between my legs and smirks up at me. “Hang on, princess.” I smile at his words.
He spreads my legs wider and licks his lips. I feel his hot breath on me, his tongue sliding up my slit and circling my clit. It feels oddly intimate, but I don’t let the thought linger for long. The pleasure is instant and my body knows he’s the one in control.
My throat hums at the sensation. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder and pulls my ass to the edge of the counter. I lean back and lay my palms flat, but he’s sucking so hard, I can hardly keep myself up.
“Ohmygod,” I cry out, my head falling back. My toes curl as his tongue circles my clit over and over, making my eyes roll to the back of my head and losing all control. “Holy shit.” I’ve never come that fast before. My body’s been on fire since that first time in the mudroom. I knew it wasn’t going to take much, but that was intense.
“You’re so fucking wet.” His voice is raspy as his eyes meet mine, slowing his rhythm. “Count,” he orders. He brings a finger up and begins teasing me as he watches my reaction.
“What?” I ask, almost inaudibly. My eyes flutter closed as he curls a finger deep inside.
“Count with me, Viola.”
Is he serious right now?
“Do it,” he demands, his voice firmer now. He speeds the rhythm of his finger and fucks me hard with it. “Count how many times you come.”
My head falls back, riding each wave and biting my lip.
“Viola,” he growls, grabbing my attention back to his mouth.
“Why?” I ask, arching my hips and meeting his pressure.
“You play by my rules, remember?” He slows his pace, threatening to stop completely. “Now count.”
“You’re such a prick,” I spit out, trying to control my breathing. Why does he get off on humiliating me?
He grins, unapologetically. “I warned you, princess.”
I sigh. I can’t fight it any longer. “One.”
He smiles and grabs under my thighs, pinning me down with his mouth. His tongue fucks me and takes complete control. My breathing is ragged as he twists his finger back inside me, thrusting in and out, in and out, until I can’t breathe at all and my body shakes as I release against his tongue.