Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
She broke the spell with a sigh, but rather than averting her gaze and putting distance between us, she leaned forward and gently knocked her forehead to mine. Like a silent, “What am I gonna do with you?”
I swallowed dryly. Maybe the spell wasn’t broken after all, ’cause I felt feverish. Need imploded within me, and I clenched my thighs together.
She closed her eyes, and she swallowed too. In the deafening silence of the empty club, it was so easy to hear the slightest sound. And then, maybe I chipped away at her resolve some more, because she closed the last distance and pressed her lips to mine, followed by her fingers shaping themselves to my jaw.
So this is how I die.
All my thoughts sank into a pool of hot water, where they became background noise to the most epic win I’d had in a long time. Mistress Penelope was kissing me. Holy fuck, she was kissing me. I kissed her back tentatively, brushing my lips against hers as she did with mine. Just for a few seconds, before she deepened the kiss. Her soft lips, her soft tongue, the taste of gin and lemon, and her manicured nails gently pressing into my jaw nearly short-circuited my brain.
I shivered violently and completely surrendered. As if I’d ever put up a fight…
She took her time and wouldn’t let me get ahead of myself. Whenever I tried to kiss her a little harder or deeper, she tightened her grip on my jaw or nipped at my bottom lip.
“Easy, girl,” she whispered.
But I’m needy-wanty!
“Sorry,” I whispered back instead.
That made her smile, and she gave me a hungry kiss that I felt fucking everywhere. I had to cross my damn legs to get some friction, and goose bumps appeared across my arms.
With a sensual twist of her tongue around mine, she had me in the palm of her hand.
My hands—I didn’t know what the fuck to do with my hands, but then it didn’t matter, because she broke away and told me to stay put. I blinked, in a daze, and watched as she rounded the bar. Yes, yes, yes, yes. She came over to me, the determination and lust so clear in her eyes, and she got her hands on me again. She pressed me up against the bar, cupped my face in her hands, and kissed me hard and deep.
I drew a shaky breath and threw my arms around her neck, to which she let hers drop to my hips.
I pressed myself against her, needing everything she could give, and she finally let me be greedy.
We made out hungrily, as if our lives depended on it, and it felt like she threw caution to the wind. At least for the moment. Her hands roamed my body, slowly, firmly, greedily, over my hips, up my ribs, cupping the undersides of my tits…
I whimpered and flushed.
“More,” I pleaded.
Holy fuck, she didn’t deny me. I’d been so sure she’d slow things down. Instead, she cranked it up, pinching my nipple and letting one of her hands drop low. She cupped my pussy through my shorts, and I could barely believe it.
I gasped and rolled my hips into her hand, and she cursed under her breath.
“I can feel how warm you are…”
You should feel how wet I am…
I swallowed dryly and latched on to her, already forbidding her from leaving my side. I couldn’t speak, but I could let my body do the talking for everything I craved.
Please, please, please.
Another needy whimper slipped out, and I kissed her harder. Deep and passionate, already addicted, so fucking hooked, and spinning out of control.
Maybe she was too. Because the second she slipped her hand down my shorts, there could be no going back. We both shivered, and she eased her middle finger between my lips. I moaned and buried my face against her neck. Heat exploded within me, and—
“So soft and smooth,” she whispered. “Fucking perfect.”
“Please don’t stop,” I managed to get out.
She didn’t. She pushed two fingers inside me and pressed her thumb down on my clit, and my fucking knees almost caved. Oh my God, this was going to be over embarrassingly quickly.
“This was what you wanted?”
I nodded quickly and tightened my hold on her. “To start with. Holy fuck.”
She chuckled softly and kissed my neck, and she drew the most enticing circles around my clit.
I was fucking soaked, and I felt like my pussy had its own pulse and heartbeat, just pumping blood and deep desire.
“I want to make you feel good too,” I begged.
“I already do.” She fingered me harder, adding a third digit, and that was the sweet spot.
“But—”
“I know what you mean,” she whispered. Then she caught me in a kiss, and I could only go along with the ride. I had lost the ability to move properly. “Another time, maybe. All I want right now is to see you get off.”