Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“But do you really think Foxx will race you and your brothers? It doesn’t seem like something he’d do.” I sigh. “But what do I know? I don’t know him very well.”
He opens his door. “You wouldn’t think he’d be into it. But if you challenge Foxx’s manhood in something like a race, he can’t back down. He has the Oldest Child Syndrome or something—always something to prove.”
The overhead light catches him just right. His jaw is angular. His eyes are the perfect shade of Caribbean blue. His tie hangs askew around his thick neck, and stubble dots his previously clean-shaven skin.
Thoughts of him taking me on the car in the shop have me aching for him. Remembering his mouth on me makes me wet. Thinking about him charming Mr. Petterson, putting Joshua in his place, and telling me I’m beautiful has my heart full.
And suddenly, there’s only one thing I want to do. I need to do. I want to show this man how much he means to me.
“Wait here,” I say, opening my door.
My legs shake as I walk around the front of his car. He watches me curiously as I approach him.
I reach for his hand, take it, and turn him in his seat so his feet are on the garage floor. My gaze burning into his, I undo his button and drag his zipper down his pants.
His eyes blaze as I gather my dress and kneel on the garage floor between his legs.
He helps me free his cock before leaning back and watching me take it in my hand. His brows are tight.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, stroking his length. His skin is soft around his hard length. “You look like you’re thinking about something.”
He hisses as I lick a bead of pre-cum off the head.
“Just that pro-athletes don’t have sex for a day or two before a game because it saps their energy and testosterone,” he says.
I pull away and burst out laughing. “You mean, the woman you called stunning earlier tonight is on her knees in front of you with your cock in her hand … about to be in her mouth … and you’re thinking about sapped energy and low testosterone?”
“I just really have to beat Jess.” He growls. “No, fuck it. I mean, suck it.”
This man. Still laughing, I lower my mouth to him again. “I could stop.” I flick my tongue against the underside of his shaft. “Pick it back up tomorrow.”
“Nope. I’m willing to rest on my genetic superiority and risk it.”
I peer through my lashes, cupping his balls with my free hand. “You sure?”
“Yes,” he says, sucking in a quick breath as I kiss down his length. “This is the surest I’ve ever been about something.”
My tongue lays flat against him as it drags back to the top. I suck the tip, flicking the underside repeatedly. Up and down, side to side, and in circles, I watch his eyes hood as my tongue delivers pulses of pleasure.
“You make me feel really good,” I say, licking around the head. “I want you to feel just as good.”
“Clearly, you’re underestimating—fuck!”
I wrap my hand around the base and take him as far as I can down my throat. His body tenses as I pull my lips back up.
“This is the pinnacle of my life,” he says, placing his hands in my hair carefully. “If there’s a highlight reel when I die, then I’m sure you kneeling in front of me with my dick in your mouth while I’m in Betsy will definitely go in it.”
I laugh, the sound vibrating against him. He tugs on my hair—the sensation sharp and urgent. A pool of arousal wets my thighs.
I moan, clenching my core, pumping him as I take his long cock in and out of my mouth. My spit coats the shaft, running down the length and gathering around my hand at the base. The sounds of my effort—sucking, slurping, kissing—fill the garage and me with a need to make him come.
Banks reaches down with his free hand and cups one of my breasts, removing it from my dress. He palms it, massaging it in the same firm, needy way I’m touching his balls.
“I could get off from touching these tits,” he says through clenched teeth.
His cock pops out of my mouth. He watches as I spit on it, working the liquid along his length, and grin up at him.
“You’re going to come in my mouth.”
His body flexes. “Are you sure you don’t want to let me inside you?”
Fuck. The thought of me on all fours, spread wide open for him as he takes me from behind again today has my clit throbbing for attention. But I hold firm. “I want to taste you. I want to know what it feels like to have you spilling down my throat.”