Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Maybe you’re not my mistake,” he said, his hands tangling in my hair at the base of my neck. He pulled my head back, his dark eyes devouring every inch of my face, my throat, lingering at the place where my breasts were pressed against his hard chest. “But I’m yours. I’m too old for you. Not good for you. I can’t offer you a future.”
“I don’t care,” I whispered.
My words seemed to release something in him. They ended his struggle. Before the last one was even out of my mouth, his was crushing down on mine. Relief swept through me. It was like I’d been holding my breath for hours, my lungs about to burst, and now sweet oxygen was filling my lungs. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted to feel him everywhere, his skin against mine, his hair twined in my fingers. I needed him to fill me the way he had last night. He deepened the kiss, his tongue thrusting against mine, and I could taste his desperation. Knew he felt the same way.
I clawed at the buttons of his shirt until he pushed my ineffectual hands away and undid the buttons himself. Then he broke our kiss to reach down and grab the hem of my black dress, yanking it up to my waist, and then over my head. I’d spent a small fortune on the embroidered black bra with strategically sheer lace and the matching v-string that I was wearing, but he barely seemed to notice them. His eyes burned into mine as he stripped off the rest of his clothes and stood before me, hard and naked. A sculpted figure in the lamp light. My breath caught. Even though I’d seen him like this just this morning, his size still unnerved me. Heat rushed to pool between my legs, my body assuring me I could take his.
My heart beating fast, I reached behind me to unsnap my bra. Hesitated. Even though he’d seen me like this just this morning, my nerves still hummed to life.
“Take it off,” he said quietly. His eyes darkened further at the sight of my bare breasts released from the embroidered cups. They rose to mine. “I don’t think I can be gentle tonight,” he said, half warning, half promising.
In answer, I rolled the absurdly small scrap of black fabric that was the panties down over my hips, kicked them aside.
Con pulled me to him, and I felt the tension in his hands as they skimmed over my naked back to my buttocks. He squeezed hard, still holding back. I pressed against him eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck and rubbing against his hard cock, ready to be filled by it again. He shook his head though and led me around to the couch.
“Sit down.”
I sat and reached for him, but he shook his head again and huffed out a strange laugh. “No, if I feel your lips on my cock, it’s over. We’re going to try something different.”
To my surprise, he knelt down in front of me and parted my knees, fitting himself between them.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asked, lowering his mouth to my inner thigh.
Wordlessly, I shook my head.
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Good. I want to be your first everything.”
Everything? But I only had a moment to wonder what else everything consisted of before he reached up with one hand to squeeze my breasts while his tongue flicked into me. Sensation hit me like a Mack truck. I moaned, knotting one fist in his hair, grabbing the edge of the couch with the other.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Con asked, his voice almost taunting. He had to see that my eyes were rolled back in my head. I could barely speak. He didn’t give me a chance anyway. He was doing figure eights with his tongue and each swipe against my clit pushed me closer to orgasm.
“Yes,” I managed to moan. “But I want you inside me.”
“Didn’t I teach you anything last night?” He pushed two fingers in, pumping relentlessly. “You can have multiple orgasms. I’m the one who has to pace himself.”
He made me come twice just from his mouth and fingers. Then he stood up, rock hard, his whole body quivering with the tension of holding himself back to focus on my pleasure. Though seconds before, I’d felt boneless and sated, I felt my desire surge back.
“My turn,” I whispered, sliding down onto my knees in front of him.
Con’s hands knotted around my shoulders, and he pulled me up. “No,” he rasped. “I need to fuck you now.”
He gave me a hard, bruising kiss, then turned me around and pushed me over to the side of the couch. “Bend over.”
I bent over and grabbed the arm of the couch for support, my nerves coming back.