Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
She rolls her eyes, her hands diving into my hair. She tugs it at the same time as her abs tense when she rides over me once again. “It’s like dancing.” She smirks, raising a perfectly arched brow.
I stand from the sofa, being sure to hold her by the bottom of her ass and direct her on top of the piano that’s nestled in the corner of the room. For once, I’m thankful for the random clutter her parents furnished in this house to replace their love. I lay her flat over the base, running the palm of my hand over her perfect tits. Slapping the side, her cleavage jiggles, and I suck her nipple into my mouth while looking up at her.
She veers up farther on her elbows, her legs clenching around my waist. “Oh… that’s…” My teeth close around the soft nub and she jumps in shock. I flick my tongue over the tip while keeping my teeth closed around it and her face relaxes, her head rolling to the side. Her muscles relax as a lazy smirk pulls over her mouth. I’ve been inside this chick, and fuck… it feels primal. Like every single part of me wants to make sure no one comes near her.
“First rule of fucking…” I murmur, dropping kisses over her ribs and ignoring the way whatever perfume she wears intoxicates me further. “You can fuck like a whore without being one.”
“Mmmm, sounds fun.” Her legs part slightly as I circle my tongue around her protruding hip bone. Cartier is an adrenaline junkie; she always has been. A sucker for the thrill. So I’m aware that I could very well be enabling an intoxicating addiction for her. I just can’t seem to give a fuck.
“What are you doing?” Her voice is low as I lick a trail down to the smooth skin between her thighs, bringing my hands to her knees and parting them farther. “Keaton, I just bled everywhere.”
“Exactly.” I flick my tongue over her clit and her elbows give way as she drops to the wooden lid. I twirl my tongue in slow circles before dragging it over both sides of her pussy, sucking up the smudged blood between her thighs. The taste of metal slides down my throat and I groan, bringing my mouth back to her clit. I suck, lick, and fuck her with my tongue like I know she needs. Because as much as I want to break her, I know she needs this. I can’t be selfish with her right now—just this once. And by this once, I mean the next five minutes.
She starts twisting and turning, her legs slipping beneath my hands from sweat. Her back arches off the wood and I bring my other over her lower belly and push down. Her body trembles beneath my grip, but I don’t let up. I cover her pussy with my mouth and press my tongue against her clit before dipping into her slit. She loses it, her fingers clawing at my scalp and uncontrolled moans splitting from her sinful lips.
Standing to my full height, I slap her pussy. “Shut up. Would hate for your brother to see what I’m doing with his precious little sister.”
“I want a turn…” She pushes back up on her elbows, her foot against my cock.
“Ever sucked a man’s dick before? And careful with how you answer because I’m already treading a fine line with fucking you how you need to be fucked, and how I actually do fuck.”
Her hair is wild, spilling around her sharp shoulders and drawing attention to her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. The sheen of sweat glistening against her smooth tanned skin isn’t helping either. As of right now, I know what Cartier Nero looks like after she has been fucked, and now I’m pretty sure I’m going to make sure no one else ever gets to see it.
Her head slowly moves from side to side, a shy smile slowly curling upward. “No, but I watch porn.”
I chuckle, looking to the side briefly while grabbing behind her thighs and yanking her down the piano farther until she’s perfectly in line with my cock. “Unfortunately for you, what I’m into, you won’t learn on Pornhub.” Running the tip of my finger down her damp folds, I rub her cum over the head of my dick before sucking off the rest.
Her eyes widen, her cheeks swelling from her wicked smile. “I want to taste me.”
Fuck it. I push back inside of her, an animalistic hiss tearing out of me when she drops back onto the piano, a slight moan leaving her.
My hand finds the curve of her throat, and I squeeze. “Shut up. Don’t make a sound.”
Her lips roll behind her teeth and I grind into her harder. Deep thrusts until the piano legs squeak against the marble floor. She feels like sin wrapped angel dust. I can’t fucking see straight as I continue to drive into her, using the leverage from the piano as an anchor for my savagery.