Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
I rub my forehead to try to make sense of things, but the relentless assault on my senses overcomes me.
When I look between my legs, there’s a guy … licking me.
And he’s wearing a mask.
I instantly squeeze my legs together, but fingernails dig into my skin.
“Stay.”
The voice is possessive and over-the-top demanding.
Jason’s never used that kind of voice before.
But good God, I have never heard anything more attractive.
Is he pretending to be bossy now?
I lie back and enjoy the feeling because I wouldn’t be able to move even if I wanted to. It’s as if he took my comment about being more aggressive very literally. I like it.
His tongue swivels back and forth across my most sensitive spot while his hands make sure I don’t move an inch.
“Oh God …” I murmur. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
He grins against my skin. Arrogant fucker.
“Is this your way of making up?” I muse, writhing away on the bed. “Because you know I like it rough.”
“Do you now?”
Hmm … why is his voice so much deeper than before? Did he drink too much too? Or does he always sound like that, and are my ears just fucked from the loud music at the party?
I groan, pushing the thoughts away. As long as his tongue continues doing that. I’m too drunk to care.
Good God, I would’ve jumped his bones much sooner if I knew he could lick like this.
His mouth is rugged and buried between my legs, tongue expertly diving in.
“Oh yes, do it like that,” I mewl.
“You like that?” he asks.
Again, that low voice. God, I must really be drunk. Drunk on this fucking lust coursing through my veins, yeah, because if he keeps going like this, I’m going to come. Maybe even scream. And I rarely come when Jason does it instead of me and my toys. But fuck me, the way he’s using his tongue tonight might just do it.
My pussy zings with need, just like earlier when that knife thrust inside.
My eyes burst open, and I force the image to disappear from my mind.
I have to stop thinking about that asshole and focus on the here and now. Maybe his licking can replace the memory.
As he drives his tongue inside, I gasp. “F-fuck.” My voice is high pitched, unlike usual, and I almost feel embarrassed, but this feels so fucking good.
His tongue bores into me with a frenzy I’ve never felt before. He twists his tongue around and around my swollen nub until I’m so aroused I begin to squirm and scrunch up the blanket underneath me.
“Oh, I was so mad at you before, but not anymore,” I murmur. “Is this why you went to shower? I thought you were jerking off in there.”
He pauses momentarily, and for a second there, I wish I hadn’t said anything.
“Focus, Lana.”
There’s that stern voice again, ready to swoop me off my feet. He’s never been this dominant before, and I kind of like it.
“So greedy,” I murmur as he laps me up like he’s dying for more.
“Do you get licked often?” he asks.
What a strange question to ask. I snort. “You should know. You never do.”
A low, grumbling sound emanates from his chest. “I’ll lick this pussy every fucking day from now on if you want me to …”
I don’t even know what he’s saying. All I feel is that tongue driving me insane.
“Have you ever come so hard you screamed out to God, begging for mercy?”
Wow. Did he really just say that? Or did my drunk mind just make that up?
A slap to the thighs wakes me up. “Answer me.”
“No.” I don’t know what he wants to hear. I just don’t want him to stop whatever he’s doing with that crazy tongue of his.
“Then you’ll start tonight.”
I’m delirious with need, consumed by the need to come that I just scream, “Yes! Fuck yes, make me come.”
“Come all over my tongue, Lana,” he murmurs, his tongue flicking the tip.
And I do. I come so hard I’m moaning out loud. “Fuck! God, that feels good, Jason.”
He pulls his tongue back, leaving me feeling bereft, wishing he’d continue so I could come again and again and again. But at the same time, I can’t even keep my eyes open, too tired from the party, too wasted from the wine to care.
Kai
She called his name.
Not mine.
His.
For a second, I almost forgot we’re supposed to be enemies.
I was overtaken by the need to give her pleasure, pleasure he wasn’t even able to give her, pleasure that never even crossed his mind.
Until she called out for him instead of me.
Something about that made me want to tear off this mask and show her the real person behind all the gratification she just received.
The only thing that kept me from doing that is that she’d probably murder me on sight. And now that she’s awake … it would definitely be risky.