Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
With one knee on the bed, I loop the tie around and through, securing it with a knot that I’ll be able to release with a hard tug. But rather than just leave it there, I pull her arms above her head and secure the ends of the tie to the wrought iron detailing that runs along the top of my headboard.
Mazzy gasps and her chest rises and falls. My eyes lock with hers. “You good?”
She nods emphatically. “All good.”
Standing straight, I take my time unbuttoning my shirt sleeves and I roll each one up to mid forearm. Mazzy watches me hungrily as I move to the end of the bed. With my hands to her calves, I spread her legs wide and crawl in between them, settling my weight there. My erection is nestled right against her core and her hips undulate to create friction.
“Stop that,” I chastise before I give her a hard kiss. She moans into my mouth and I bite down on her lower lip, causing her to buck.
Rolling to put my weight on one arm, I use my other hand to peel the front of her dress to the side. The wraparound style and stretchy material make it easy for me to bare a plump breast clad in white lace to match her panties. I drag my finger along the edge of it, my gaze cutting to her. Her body is completely still and she’s watching me like a hawk.
Dragging the cup of the bra down, I reveal a rose-colored nipple. There’s no stopping my mouth’s descent down to it and just before my lips close over the bud, I notice the smattering of freckles across her chest. I make a mental note to pay attention to them at some point because I find that part of the Mazzy Archer package sexy as fuck.
She mewls, and it sounds like she’ll die from what I’m doing to her, but she’ll also die if I stop. Lightly, I bite the stiff flesh and she bucks under me.
“Foster,” she groans.
“Want me to stop?” I ask, my lips playing over her breast.
“No. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I promise, lifting my head. “But I intend to have my mouth in other places. We’re about to get very intimate so if you want me to stop, I really need you to say so now.”
“I’ll kill you if you stop,” she pants. “But I get to do the same to you.”
“We’ll see.” No way in hell she’s touching me tonight. I’ve set my boundary. “But right now, I’m going to make you come hard.”
Her nostrils flare over the promise and her cheeks turn slightly red, but she doesn’t avert her gaze. It’s like she’s daring me to do exactly as I said I would.
Placing a last kiss on her breast, I slide my mouth down over her dress and use my hand to push the hem up higher from below. I move my body down hers until my face hovers over the panties I’ve only gotten a peek of.
They’re sexy in a very sweet way… plain cotton with a wide lace strip at the waistband. They ride high on her hips, and I trace my finger along the edge where more freckles dot the landscape of her pale skin.
I dip a finger under the fabric and muse out loud, “I wonder if you’re wet.”
Mazzy lifts her head from the pillow to watch me. She doesn’t say a word, but she squirms slightly.
“I bet you are,” I whisper, my gaze dropping down to the sweetness those panties are covering. My dick aches but I ignore it, slipping my fingers inside her underwear. I can’t help but groan as I find smooth skin, a sign that she waxes, and my mouth starts to water.
I glance up her body, find her eyes pinned on me with an intensity that makes me feel like writhing. I hold her gaze as I glide a finger through her slit and immediately find her wet.
Mazzy groans as I find her clit, circle it once and then press a finger into her. Her hips shoot off the bed as she cries out, “Oh, God, that feels good.”
I smile, pull my finger out and thrust it back in. Her flesh is hot and slick and I add a second finger.
“Foster,” she pants, rotating her hips.
I like my name on her lips. I like the sounds she’s making and I love the way her body tries to demand more of me. After a few more pumps of my fingers, I pull them out and massage around her clit with slow, gliding patterns. Mazzy moans—her breath ragged and uneven—and her hips jerk every time I graze over the top of that sensitive flesh.
“Mazzy,” I murmur, noting her eyes are closed. I wait for her to look at me and when I have her attention, I say, “Your pussy is so warm and wet. I know my cock would feel good in it.”