Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Something inside me rises to the challenge of breaking down every one of her fears. The stupid walls she’s built up around herself.
I’ll start my descent into hell with my mouth. Skimming along her thighs, I lap up the juices that have leaked halfway down her legs with my tongue, groaning in helpless abandon as the last of my resolve melts away.
How the hell did I ever think I could ever live without touching her again?
A ragged cry escapes her mouth, and her hands find the back of my head and spear through my hair. I glance up at her, chuckling to find her head hanging back, her mouth open in abandon. Everything in my life is dirty and ugly, but then there is Bianca. A beautiful flower rising out of the concrete. Mine. Nothing and no one will take her from me. Not even my misplaced sense of right and wrong.
I plunge my tongue between her swollen, glistening lips. She grinds her hips, and her fingernails rake over my scalp as she rides my face, holding me in place. Using me. I fucking love the way she so easily comes undone and how eager she is to sink into sensual pleasure. How many times did she wish a man would take her this way? None of that matters because all she’ll know is me going forward.
“Callum…” A needy moan fills the air, and it’s almost drowned out by the thumping bass of music playing downstairs, the sound reverberating into the floor. It’s so loud the glass behind her rattles.
I ignore it all in favor of focusing on her clit, lavishing it with long licks, and she rewards me by erupting. Her juices coat my chin and lips. The musky scent and honey taste are intoxicating, and before long, I have to reach down and pull out my cock for fear of it snapping in half behind the zipper. This is what she does to me.
It’s times like this I wish I had a camera in here. I would love to look back and watch us—Bianca’s naked ass pressed against the glass, her fingers running through my hair while I kneel between her spread thighs and eat her like it’s the last time I’ll ever taste something so delicious. Taking my cock into my hand, I stroke myself, getting off on the little sounds she makes and the knowledge that no matter what I do or say, she can’t fight what her body wants any more than I can.
“So good… Oh, Callum, you’re so good…” Her voice becomes strained while her flesh ripples under my tongue. I struggle to hold back in the moments before she comes again, coating me in a flood of nectar sweeter than any honey and more addictive than any drug. I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive, the man with the pleasure of licking her clean.
“Oh, no, too much. It’s too much…” Even when she tugs on my hair, trying to pull me away, I keep going, teasing out every bit of sensation, shoving my tongue into her cunt to scoop out every drop of what still rushes from her.
I lift my head long enough to set her straight. “I decide when it’s enough.” There’s nothing for her to do but moan helplessly as I continue feasting on her juicy cunt.
A sudden buzz from somewhere near my knees startles me into finally giving up. “What the fuck?” I grunt, prepared to murder whoever the hell is interrupting me.
She abruptly comes down from her haze, peering around at the floor. “My phone. It was in my pocket.”
I see it, half hidden in fabric. I’m ready to ignore it until I catch sight of the name that flashes across the screen.
Lucas. That was her boyfriend’s name, wasn’t it? He’s lucky I brought her up here rather than beat his face in the way instinct first tried to get me to do.
“Why is he calling you?” Even my dripping erection gets pushed to the background while I get on my feet, holding the phone up for her to take a closer look. I know I’m acting irrationally, but the thought of her meeting another man here… makes me want to kill. “Did you tell him to call you? What is this about?”
She brushes her hair back from her flushed face with shaking hands. “I told you. I didn’t want to see him. You think I want to talk to him after what he did to me?”
The ringing stops, replaced a moment later by a beep signaling an incoming text.
Lucas: Where did you go? I want to talk to you. I want to settle things.
He thinks she wants to talk to him?
I can’t hold back my sinister grin. I’m already going to hell, so why the fuck not?
“We better give him what he wants.” I drop my pants with one hand while gripping her phone in the other.