Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
I blow on it, and she whimpers.
I kiss and nibble and bite, licking up and down the juncture of her thighs, but I avoid kissing her where it counts. Once I get a taste, it’ll be game over.
She keeps trying to roll her hips, but the position I have her in makes it tough.
“Tell me what you want, Bea.” I can’t be the only one on the edge.
“I think it’s pretty damn obvious,” she snaps.
“You need to ask for it.” I tug at the curls again. “Nicely.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you back.” I spit on her clit.
Her eyes go wide. Maybe that was too far. But then her pussy contracts. Like she’s already halfway to an orgasm. I arch a brow, waiting, needing her to be as desperate as I am.
She bites her lip, eyes narrowed with frustration and glassy with desire. “Please,” she grits out between clenched teeth.
“Please what?” I nibble on her inner thigh again.
Her teeth grind together. “Please.” She clamps her mouth shut and her cheeks flush. “Lick my pussy.”
“Good girl. Was that so hard?” I drop my head and lick up the length of her, groaning at the taste. I fuck her with my tongue, suck her clit, and try to devour her.
Now she’s chanting the word please, hips rolling with every flick of my tongue.
She’s close to coming. Her thighs shake, and her moans grow deeper and less restrained. But she doesn’t get to do that until I’m fucking her. I want to feel her clench around my aching cock.
She cries out when I stop, hips bucking against nothing as I lift my head and watch desire return to anger.
“You asshole!”
I grin. “You don’t get to come yet.”
I release her right leg and push two fingers into her mouth as she protests again.
She grabs my wrist, but her lips close around them, teeth pressing into my knuckles. I shudder at the thought of replacing them with my cock.
She sucks, tongue sweeping over my fingers on a low, keening sound. I pull them free and push two inside her, but I don’t curl them, just pump twice, enough to keep her on the edge. When she rolls her hips, I ease them out and shove them back in her mouth, stretching out in the cradle of her hips. My cock slides over slick, hot skin, and we both groan. I drag my fingers down her chin, wrapping my pussy-soaked fingers around her throat. I don’t squeeze, just rest them there, feeling her heavy swallow and her pulse thrum against my palm.
“You okay with this?”
I might talk a lot of shit, but I haven’t forgotten who she is. Not for a second. As much as I hate how much I want her, and how easily this could blow everything apart, I don’t want to make her feel like she can’t say no.
She nods once and hooks a leg over my hip.
“I won’t be gentle,” I warn.
“Figured that out already. You gonna keep talking or are you going to start fucking me? Or is now when you stuff my mouth full of your cock so I can’t keep annoying you?”
“Mmm...such a pretty, tempting mouth.” My fingers flex, and she swallows again, maybe nervous. “But then I won’t be able to hear you beg.”
She snorts an indelicate laugh.
“Careful, little Bea, I sting too.” I drag my nose along her cheek until I reach her ear and take the lobe between my teeth, breathing in her shampoo.
Thank God she’ll be moving out soon. She’ll take all her shit with her, and I won’t have to deal with being surrounded by her. Won’t be reminded how little control I have around her. Or how she broke me without even trying.
I release her throat and rummage around in my nightstand for a condom. “This is a one-time thing. We get it out of our system, and that’s it.” I can’t afford to do this more than once. Though already I worry it won’t be enough. That I’ll want more. It’s a slippery slope, and it’s already too risky.
She gives me an incredulous look. “I don’t even like you.”
It’s what I need to hear. It stings, but I’ve mostly been a complete asshole to her, so I can’t expect any different. I push down the regret. She doesn’t deserve my vitriol. It’s not her fault she reminds me of all the things I want but can’t have. “Good. I’ll make sure it stays that way.” I fold back on my knees and tear the condom open, rolling it down my length. I pinch her clit, then slap it, causing her to moan and shriek.
I push her knees to her chest again, barring them with one arm as I lean in to keep her in place.
“It’s a good thing I’m bendy.” She regards me with curious, lust-heavy eyes.