Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“I’m at the end of the month,” she admitted. “My meds don’t come in for another couple of days. It has to do a lot of rerouting since we move so much, and since I also have to keep my information quiet, I can’t just go pick these up at a pharmacy. There’s a lot of video surveillance there as well, even if I did use a different name.”
“Oh,” I murmured. “So what’ll this look like in the morning?”
She smiled sheepishly. “Like someone took a two-by-four and hammered me in the legs with it across both thighs.”
I felt my belly clench involuntarily at her words.
Without much thought, I moved closer to her.
I pressed kisses down the length of her thighs, covering the would-be bruises that were just starting to form.
“I like this outfit,” I growled as I tried to convince myself to behave. “It’s very…”
She laughed. “It’s very revealing?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, that.”
“The sparkly top and some nonexistent pantyhose will be the only thing I’m wearing later in the show. Not the leggings,” she explained.
I’d figured that the cute, sparkly number on top and the plain black leggings on bottom weren’t what she would be wearing during the show.
“I’m guessing that you’re going to need some time to primp?” I grumbled, reluctantly pulling away from her.
If I spent more time there, I’d start acting on all the things that I wanted to do to her. Such as kissing her thighs and moving up to the apex of her sex, allowing my mouth to explore. Or, possibly, reaching up and pulling that sparkly number off of her, allowing other parts of her anatomy to steal my attention.
Before I could take more than a step back, though, her arms were around my neck, and she was pulling me toward her.
“I need less than ten minutes to get ready,” she declared, pulling me down on top of her. Or, more importantly, her crotch. “Now, go back to what you were about to do.”
Chuckling, I allowed my hands to move up the length of her thighs, my thumbs stopping short of the seam of her panties. The seam of her panties that I’d been trying so very hard not to study.
Mostly because they were lace, and if I tried hard, I could make out bare skin beneath them. Bare skin that wasn’t covered in hair or any amount of stubble…
“I worked as a laser hair tech,” she said. “I got that all lasered, and now I’m smooth as silk down there.”
I caught the top of her panties with one hand and started to slowly lower them down, revealing her pussy to me.
Nothing but pale, white skin filled my vision.
I swept a thumb over the top of her pussy, right where her lips started to split. Only a scant few millimeters away from the bundle of nerves that she really wanted me to touch.
How did I know she wanted me to touch it?
She said it in the next few seconds. “If you don’t touch my clit, I might very well kill you. This is all I’ve been doing, thinking about this, for the last year. Probably more. And I purposefully told her not to do her schoolwork so when you got here today, we’d have time.”
Chuckling, I bent down and blew on her clit.
She hissed in a breath, her back falling to the bed. All the beads on her dress bounced with the movement, causing me to chuckle.
“How did you know that I was coming?” I asked.
I mean, obviously, I knew that she was a stalker. She went through my phone and emails like they were her own. Not that it bothered me, I just wanted to know what gave it away.
“Your conversation with Aodhan,” she answered. “I tapped into their Ring doorbell camera. I keep an eye on it because I’m a stalker like that. Now please, touch my clit with your finger, or your mouth, or even the denim of your jeans if you want to keep this PG. But please, for the love of God, do something.”
Laughter bubbled up my throat at her need.
If she only knew how long I’d been thinking about this, too.
“We have to be quiet,” I said. “Maybe we should wait until we’re back home for this…”
I didn’t want to, but I was fairly sure that this bus wouldn’t be able to handle what I wanted to give her. Not and keep it not only quiet but motionless.
But I touched her clit anyway, with the tip of my nose, as I breathed in her scent.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, rocking her pussy against my face.
Her wetness coated my lips, and I growled at the way she tasted.
Sweet like honey.
My favorite.
Unable to help myself or care about the other person in the house, I licked her. From perineum to clit, slowly.
She did a full-body shiver when I circled her clit, her hands burying themselves in my hair.