Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
She nods in agreement, then takes a step back, swaying slightly due to the many mai tais she consumed. She laughs at herself as I catch her from falling over.
“It’s a long walk back.” She pouts. “I don’t know if I can walk that far.”
I chuckle at how adorable a drunk Ana is. “Hop on, my drunk little hula dancer.”
I turn around, indicating for her to get on my back, and she cheers in excitement, hopping right on.
“This is definitely earning you a blow job when we get back,” she says loud enough for a couple walking by to hear.
Thankfully, they’re not prudes, and the girl laughs while the guy grins in understanding.
“The only thing you’ll be doing when we get back is passing out.”
Sure enough, by the time we get back to the room, Ana’s eyes are half-lidded. I lay her on the bed and take her heels off.
“I’m too tired to get changed,” she mutters. “Can you help me?”
She lifts her arms, and I laugh again at how cute she is. There are so many sides to Ana, and I love learning about each one. I’m not even done sliding her dress off and putting one of my shirts on her since I can’t find her pajamas before she’s passed out. I grab her a bottle of water and a pain reliever and set them on her nightstand for the morning, in case she’s the type of person to wake up with a headache the morning after drinking.
I change into a pair of sweats, going shirtless since that’s how I sleep, and then slide into bed next to her. She turns around, cuddles into my side, and sighs in contentment. And for the first time, I’m completely okay with sleeping with a woman. That should probably scare me, but I’ve already accepted the fact that I’ve fallen for Ana, and I have every intention of making her mine.
Now, I just have to get her on board.
Nails gliding down my skin.
Lips kissing my flesh.
My first thought is that this is the beginning of a damn good dream—until I hear my name being called, and I snap my eyes open, finding Ana on her knees, between my legs.
“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” I half joke, making her smile.
“Oh, no, you’re awake and about to get the best head of your life.”
Fuck yes.
“Do you want to know why?” she asks, rubbing a nail down my torso and through my happy trail, stopping right above the waistline of my sweats.
“Sure,” I say, going along with whatever she’s doing. Hey, if I know what I did to earn me a morning blow job, I can make sure to do it again, right?
“You danced with me.” She plants a kiss to the top of my six-pack, which has me tightening my ab muscles. “You carried me back to the room.” Another kiss to just above my navel. “You undressed me.” She kisses the spot above my waistline. “And then you not only dressed me in your shirt, but you also left me pain reliever by the bed.” She kisses the material right where my cock is, waking it up. “Your gentlemanly behavior has earned you a reward.”
“Baby,” I say, sitting up slightly and tipping her chin up to look at me, “I don’t know what men you’ve been with, but everything you just said is the bare fucking minimum. I’ll take that blow job, but nothing I did earned me one.”
I release her chin, and she stares at me for several seconds before she nods in understanding.
“May I?” she asks, wanting my permission to pull my pants off.
“You never need permission to touch me. I don’t give a shit if I’m awake, asleep, or, hell, dead for that matter. You want to touch me? Go for it.”
She snorts at the last part, then makes a show of pulling my sweats down and exposing my already-halfway-to-hard cock. Even he gives her permission to touch him anytime.
She licks her lips, and it’s then I notice she has on a fresh coat of her signature red lipstick. Fuck me. I swear I fall in love with her in this moment. Not only did she wake me up to give me a blow job, but she also reapplied her lipstick first to fulfill a fantasy of mine.
With my sweats off, she wraps her fingers around my shaft and presses a soft kiss to the head. The light touch of her lips has it twitching slightly in excitement.
She gives it another kiss, and when a drop of pre-cum seeps out, she laps it up. Her eyes meet mine, and without looking away, she slowly slides her mouth down my entire shaft, not stopping until I can feel the crown of my cock hitting the back of her throat. Her beautiful hazel eyes water slightly, but she wasn’t lying when she said she had no gag reflex.