Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Fuck me,” he groans against my mouth. “You're wet,” he continues, holding my gaze. “Can I touch you?”
His question has my heart melting. I’m here, kissing him, begging him, and he still allows me a level of control I’ve never been given before.
“Please,” I beg.
His fingers slip beneath the fabric covering me. He brazenly drags his middle finger through my slit, and I gasp, arching slightly off the desk and into his touch.
“Goddamn,” he says. “Tell me how long you've been thinking about me, damsel.”
Damn him, how does he know? How can he read the reactions of my body and know that I've been thinking about him for much longer than I should’ve.
I reach for his mouth again, not wanting to answer, wanting to bury myself in his touch and in his kiss and in all things fantasy. He draws away slightly, a confident smirk on those damn impeccable lips of his.
He strokes me again, making me shiver, making my thighs clench around his hips. “How long?” he asks again, keeping his mouth just out of reach of mine, the game only making me want him more. He leans closer, flicking his tongue teasingly over my lips before drawing back, slipping his finger inside me an inch before drawing it back and circling it too lightly around my clit.
“How long, damsel?”
I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I try to get closer. I’m desperate for all the sensations he's creating inside me.
He dips his finger inside me again, dragging it out slower this time, his eyes never leaving my face.
More, I need more.
I arch into his hand, but he pulls it out of reach, that wolfish smirk deepening.
“Since that first night,” I say, my words rushed and breathless. “Since you kissed me.”
His smile widens. “Did you touch yourself after?” he asks, kissing me hard before pulling away. “Did you pretend your hand was mine?”
Lava streaks through my veins as he teases my wetness too lightly again.
“Yes,” I breathe the admission.
He bridges the small distance between us, claiming my mouth and sliding his finger inside of me at the same time.
I whimper, my hips instinctively bucking against his hand, wanting more—no, needing more.
“Look at you,” he says, pulling back enough to look down between us. He slides another finger inside of me, filling me, stretching me in the best possible way. Gliding his fingers in and out as he teases my swollen clit with his thumb. “Look at how fucking amazing you are,” he says, his voice rough like it's been scraped over gravel. “So goddamn sexy.”
I look where he indicates, my skirt bunched around my hips, his muscled forearm leading down and flexing every time he curls his fingers inside me. The sight makes me go liquid in his arms, and my entire body trembles as he continues to work me up into white-hot knots.
I've never felt this way before. Never been so completely consumed by somebody before. My grip on him intensifies, and my eyes flash up to his.
“Lawson.” His name breaks free from my lips as everything builds inside of me, like a storm gathering toward an explosive precipice.
Lawson’s free hand snakes around my lower back, and he pulls me closer to him as he brings his mouth down on mine and grinds the heel of his palm against my clit as he pumps into me.
I unravel completely.
An explosion of sparks break free beneath my skin, traveling from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes, making my thighs tremble as I rip my mouth away from his, gasping for air as I throw my head back, my entire being shattering into a thousand tiny pieces.
My heart races and my head spins as Lawson’s pumps slow, and he plants languid kisses along my jaw and neck until I'm limp against him.
Gently, he pulls his hand back, bringing his two middle fingers to his mouth and sucking them.
The sight has me whimpering as I watch him lick my flavor off his fingertips.
“I've been wanting to know what your pussy tastes like since the moment I saw you.”
I feel drunk on him despite not having one drink tonight.
I feel lost for him, and I like it.
I reach between us, going for the belt on his pants, but he gently grips my wrists and pulls me away.
Rejection threatens to steal all my blissful feelings, but he kisses me, hard and hungry. “Not tonight, damsel,” he says.
“Why?” I ask, and quite possibly whine.
He grins down at me. “If you unzip my pants right now, I'm going to be inside of you within seconds. And I refuse for my first time with you to be on top of my captain's desk. Regardless of how bad I want you and how fucking hot you look right now.”
A warm shiver travels down my spine, and he cups my cheek. “I want you,” he says. “Don't you fucking doubt that for a second.”