Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Dane, there are people around…” she whimpers, gripping my wrist tight in her delicate hand.
“I don’t give a fuck about people,” I growl, stroking her pussy until she’s writhing. Just as she reaches the precipice, I wrench my hand from her and sit back in time for the waitress to set our meals on the table.
“Enjoy,” she says in a friendly tone, and I bring my fingers to my lips, licking the sweet honey from them.
“I definitely will. Thank you.” I don’t do relationships. In my line of work, I don’t want a woman sitting up waiting for me night after night. But I have a feeling this woman may put a stop to my thinking and if I’m honest, I wouldn’t mind coming home to her every day.
Dinner progresses without any more teasing, and I enjoy listening to her talk about her family. As an only child, she’s become accustomed to being on her own. Everything about her has me hooked. Completely and utterly.
An hour later, we’re in the entrance hallway of her place, and I’ve got her pressed against the door, her back flush with the cold glass. “I’m going to rip this piece of material you call a dress off this beautiful body,” I growl, and she noticeably shudders. “Then I’m going to worship every inch of your smooth skin. And after, you know what?” I reach behind her, tugging the zipper down and pull the dress from her body. “I’m going to fuck you relentlessly until you pass out.” Without thinking, I grasp her wrist and tug her over to the large dining room. With my hands on her hips, I lift her and place her on the dark mahogany table. “Time for my second course.” I settle on the chair between her legs and meet her hungry gaze with a wicked smirk. “I want you to open those long legs and play with yourself,” I order.
“Dane—”
“Do it. Touch that pretty pussy for me.” Her hand tentatively reaches between her legs, and I wait. This is pure torture but I want to take her out of her comfort zone. To show her she’s fucking beautiful. “Move your panties to the side, I want to see you. I want to see how wet that gorgeous cunt gets for me.” And she does, like a good girl.
As she tugs her panties to the side, I groan loudly. She’s got a thin landing strip leading to the prettiest bare pussy I’ve ever seen. Her fingers tease and stroke the smooth lips and I am straining against my jeans. Fuck, this girl is gorgeous. Her head drops back and I can’t take anymore. “Stop.” Her hand flies off her sex and I reach forward, helping her out of those tiny panties.
With both hands on her inner thighs, I push her legs wide. Lifting her ankles, I place her feet on the table, opening her up like a flower. I dive into my dessert and it’s the sweetest treat I’ve ever tasted. Her slick folds glisten and I lap at her like a dying man in need of his last breath. She’s panting, leaning back on the table, begging, crying out, and pleading. Although, I’m not sure what for.
Sliding two fingers inside her, I feel her heated walls tighten and pulse around my digits. She’s so fucking tight. I pump my fingers in and out while her whimpering only intensifies. She’s screaming my name, she’s calling for God—I guess she didn’t know we’re one and the same. Her begging for release does me in and I gladly give it to her.
The man is a pussy-eating god. I’ve never felt anything like it. His tongue swirls over my clit, sucking it into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the hardened nub like it’s his favorite candy. The release I’m aching for tightens my whole body, heat sears my skin and I cry out one last time as he teases my puckered hole while his fingers crook inside me, rubbing that sweet spot, over and over again.
I shatter, tiny pieces of me fall to the ground as I slowly come down from the high. He slips his fingers from me and rises to his feet. “You’re beautiful when you come, Baby Doll.” His words are saccharine after the filthy act he just performed on me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved every moment, but I’m still a newbie to a man taking me like this.
“Dane, I’ve, I mean…” I’m unsure how to tell him that I’ve only ever been with one other man. A man who ripped my heart to shreds. I’m not looking for love; I just need to feel good again. And I know Dane is the man to make me feel really good. So why am I sitting here scared shitless?