Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” I murmur against his mouth. “Not the other way around.”
“You are.” He pulls back, dark eyes intense and probing, no longer filled with agonizing loneliness. “Just by being Canyon fucking Voss.”
My breath catches as he sinks to his knees in the shower. This is a sight I’ll store in the spank bank for years to come—Alis naked and soaking wet on his knees staring at my dick like he wants to choke on it. A groan rumbles through me as I toss the bar of soap on a ledge to free up my hands. I want to run my fingers through his wet hair and guide him every step of the way.
“What are you doing?” I croak out, unable to keep from flexing my hips so my dick taps at his chin.
“What’s it look like?” His lips kick up on one side in a mischievous, challenging smirk that has me eager to shove my cock down his tight throat. “I’m giving you a birthday blowjob.”
I hiss as he playfully teases my tip with his tongue. Everything about Alis is too much. I feel so much with him, and sometimes it’s overwhelming. Like, I didn’t know there were all these sensations to begin with. Suddenly, I’m thrust into this life where Alis Sommers forces me to feel every damn one of them.
Now that I’ve felt what I’ve been missing, there’s no way in hell I could ever go back to a dull, numb version of it.
His pretty pink lips slide over my length, and his tongue works its magic along the way. With one hand on the tiled wall to hold myself up and the other gripped tightly in his hair, I rock my hips, needing to push deep inside him. He hums, the vibration fluttering straight to my balls, as he grips my ass, urging me to do what I want. A curse tumbles past my lips as I slowly fuck his perfect mouth. The sounds coming from him are noisy and ragged. He gags and snorts and groans. It’s all so fucking wonderful. Like him. My Wonderland. Letting go of his hair, I slide my fingertips to the front of his neck, marveling over how it bulges each time my cock drives down his throat. I’m lost in the sheer blissfulness of our sinful act. There’s no time to warn him as I come with a shocked gasp.
Jerking out of his hot mouth so I don’t drown him in cum, I finish on his face. I’m frozen at how fucking sexy he is with his swollen lips parted and tongue sticking out as he eagerly waits for the rest. The water rinses most of it away, but Alis licks my crown, clearly savoring whatever remnants he can find.
I’m in so deep with this guy.
It’s a mystery I can’t unravel—how one day I hated his guts, and now I feel as though I would do damn near anything for him.
I help him to his feet and then crash into him with a gracious, starved kiss where I eagerly taste my saltiness on his tongue. Taking his dick in my hand, I stroke him urgently while I possess his mouth with mine. It doesn’t take but a few slippery jerks of his cock to have him moaning. His heat splatters between us as his cock twitches.
Fucking perfect.
“Best. Birthday. Ever.” I grin against his lips.
He pulls back slightly. “And I haven’t even given you your real present.”
His words chase away some of the fog of our fantasy come to life. It’s weird not spending my birthday with my mom and sister. Last I checked, I didn’t have any messages from either one of them. It sucks that when I woke up this morning, the three people to wish me a happy birthday are the three I first set out to destroy.
“What’s wrong?” Alis demands, his brows furling as he studies me.
“It’s just…” My voice cracks, and I shrug, looking away from him. “Mom doesn’t care.”
He shakes his head in vehemence. “Don’t say that. She does. I’m sure she’s just going through a rough time.” He strokes his thumb over my lips. “Everyone cares about you, even when they don’t want to. But your arrogant ass already knows this.”
“I mean, have you seen me?” I take a step back to gesture at my body.
He rolls his eyes and hands me the bar of soap. “Wash up and meet me in the studio.”
After a quick kiss to my chest that makes my heart lurch, he exits the shower. It feels too cold without him, so I quickly finish up and dress. As promised, he’s waiting for me in his studio. A grin teases my lips when I see the half-assed wrapping job around something unusual on the table.