Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 111464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Her mouth is mine to take, and she gives everything she has, her arms quickly wrapping around my neck, tightening and tugging me impossibly close.
I kiss her and I don’t stop.
She doesn’t either.
Demi clings to me, whimpering in protest when I pull back to glance around the area as I walk her backward toward the wall, but she has other ideas.
She leads me to the opposite corner where there’s a small blanket she must have laid out up here at some point.
She tugs my hand, her eyes low and aroused as she draws me to the floor with her. She lays herself across the soft fleece beneath us, her legs falling open, so I settle between them.
I let my eyes soak in the sight, Demi Davenport under me, turned the fuck on and deprived as hell, but she’s impatient and refuses to wait any longer.
She pushes to her elbows to bring her mouth back to mine, her tongue demanding entrance I’d never refuse.
My hands roam her sides, and I take a deep breath as I slide under her shirt, gliding across her skin.
“So damn soft,” I murmur.
She moans, whispering against my lips, “Touch me, Neek.”
I groan, dropping my head into her neck.
I don’t need a second invitation, and I don’t hesitate, but slip past her bra to find a perfect handful of silky skin.
Her nipple is already hard as a rock, so when I trace the pad of my thumb across the sensitive bud, she cries out, right into my fuckin’ ear, the sexy ass, desperate rasp shooting straight to my dick and making me throb.
I push against her reflexively and she reacts instantly, her hips rolling, begging for more.
She grips my hand, squeezing, then drags it down her stomach, pushing the tips of my fingers into the waist of her pants, and then leaves me there to work.
I flick open the button of her jeans, and adjust my position, so I can slide my hand inside without having to take them off and she lifts her hips. I tease over her underwear and her legs drop even wider.
I pull back, my eyes on her dazed ones as I inch the edge of her panties to the side, feeling the smallest piece of what I guarantee is the softest spot on her.
I run the tips of my fingers up and down, slowly moving the rest of the stretchy material to the side, until I’m ghosting right over her clit.
She gives a slow blink. “What are you waiting for?” she whispers with a dare.
My touch falls on her, pressing harder the lower my fingers slip, and a small smirk finds her lips, her eyes closing at the same time.
I drop my mouth to hers, but she doesn’t kiss me.
Demi pulls my lip between her teeth, biting lightly, an airy “yes” escaping as she releases me.
Her hands find their way under my shirt, and her fingertips dig into my skin as she explores my body for the first time.
“Take it off,” she pants.
Right as she says it, laughter echoes beneath us and we freeze.
More and more voices float up, and I look at Demi.
Her head lifts and falls back to the wooden floor. “Fuck. They’re putting in new chairs. The crew must work through the night to avoid class time.”
She lets out a deep sigh, her head tilting to the side.
My smirk is slow. “You poutin’, baby?”
Her eyes fly to mine, darkening by the second, and damn if she doesn’t nod.
I suppress a groan, pushing on her clit even harder than before as I drop my lips to her ear. “Can you be quiet?”
“I don’t know,” she answers with a moan, a little too loud. “But don’t stop.”
Her pussy clenches and she pushes her hips into my hand, rolling with me.
“Put your mouth on my skin,” I tell her. “Bite if you have to.”
She nods, and then her tongue trails across my neck, her mouth covering the spot a second later.
A jolt runs deep in my body, and her small smile is felt.
I pinch her clit, swirling quicker and quicker until her body starts to quake, her mouth pressing harder and harder into me as she fights to hold it in.
I want to hear her let go.
“Can you open your legs a little wider for me?” I whisper, dragging my teeth across her earlobe.
“I’m a dancer, Neek,” she breathes, locking onto my biceps with a death grip. “You have no idea what I can do with my legs.”
“Fuck,” I groan, pushing my hard-on against her outer hip, and she starts shaking even more.
I pull back so I can watch as she blinks in and out of her orgasm.
Her lips are spread, a deep tension lining her brow as she twitches.
It takes several minutes for her breathing to slow, she drags those hazy green eyes to mine.