Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
And then she opens her mouth and swallows me down.
I grip the bars of the headboard so hard I’m afraid I’ll break them. She’s worshiping my cock like it’s her personal deity, taking me deeper with each bob of her head, her tongue working sweet, torturous magic. One hand works the base of my dick, and the other is cupping my balls, rolling them, squeezing gently, her thumb stroking my seam.
“Lexy, fuck.” I won’t last long at this rate. She’s sending me straight to heaven, all the faster because it’s her. I’d be having an out-of-body experience at how surreal this is, if I weren’t determined to feel every sensation.
“Lexy.” Dammit, I need to stop her before I come in her mouth, but I can’t move my hands. “Lexy, stop. I’m almost there.”
Instead, she deepthroats me. “Fuck,” I yell, and then I’m coming because I have absolutely no fucking choice in the matter, and she swallows me down relentlessly, every last drop, until I’m completely drained.
Only then does she release me, crawl the rest of the way up my body, and settle atop me, her face nuzzling into my neck. “That was fun,” she murmurs.
“Jesus Christ, woman.” I finally let go of the headboard, which has somehow withstood my assault, and get my arms around her. “I was not expecting that. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” She sounds like she means it, too.
There’s a throw artistically draped across one corner of the bed. I manage to hook it with my foot and bring it close enough to grab, spreading it over us. The room is cool, and I don’t have enough strength yet to get us under the covers.
We’re quiet for a few minutes, until I wonder if she’s fallen asleep, but she stirs and kisses the side of my neck. My cock twitches, and Lexy giggles.
That must be the sweetest fucking sound in the whole universe. I could spend the rest of my life finding ways to make her laugh. “Mr. Rochester amuses you?”
That does it. She almost can’t lift her head and look down at me, she’s laughing so hard. “You do not call your cock Mr. Rochester.”
I grin. “No, not really. I just wanted to make you laugh.”
Her face changes; she kisses me, softly. I can taste myself on her, and I start to get hard again.
She ends the kiss and wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Does Mr. Rochester want to make amends some more?”
“He’s gonna need just a minute. But in the meantime …” I reverse our positions and slide down her body until my head is between her thighs, then look up at her. “You might want to hold on.”
LEXY
I didn’t know it was possible to have that many orgasms in one night.
When I wake the next morning, I’m amazed at how good I feel, despite how little sleep I got. Kai was incredible. I forgot I was tired, or maybe it’s simply that fantastic sex is energizing.
He showed me, in spades, exactly what he meant about my ex by being the exact opposite—a skilled, generous lover who delighted in giving me endless pleasure.
I stir, and the hand cupped around one breast squeezes gently. “Good morning.”
“It is, isn’t it?” We’re on our sides, spooning, and I wiggle around to face him. “Thank you for last night.”
He smiles. “It was my pleasure. Mr. Rochester is happy to help out anytime.”
When I giggle, he gets a look on his face that gives me a funny feeling in my chest. “I gotta get ready for work,” he says. “Want to share the shower?”
“Mmm, yes, and then I could eat a horse. Several, actually.”
“I thought you did that last night.”
I snort, slap his chest, and roll away to sit up on the edge of the bed. I haven’t unpacked yet, so I need to do that first thing, and then organize my day.
Well, almost first thing. I stand, stretch, and saunter toward the bathroom. When I’m close to it, I say over my shoulder, “Last one in the shower loses.”
I go up on my toes, ready to sprint, but an instant later I let out a laughing shriek as I’m lifted off my feet and swung around. Kai settles me at his waist, legs wrapped around him, and steps carefully backward into the shower, where he smirks at me. “What do I win?”
“My toes were in the shower before any part of you.”
He barks out a laugh, turns on the spray, and kisses me.
Good thing we didn’t order breakfast before we showered; it would have been cold by the time we were ready to eat. As it is, I’m even more famished once we’re finally dressed.
Kai calls room service, which is when I remember his brother is head chef. “Is Thorn here already?”
“Nah. He’s in charge of deciding what’s on the menu, but Clare’s not going to make him work twenty-hour days. She wants him to stick around. There’s a separate crew who handles breakfast, and he comes in for lunch and dinner.”