Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Show me,” I grunt, watching as she pulls the tie, as her full breasts come into view, rose-tipped nipples. They’re more than a handful, and my hands can’t wait to cup them.
“What do you want me to do? This?” she questions. The hand that just untied her top is now leaving a scorching path from her nape to her breasts, where she stops to hold one in the palm of her hand, her thumb and pointer finger rolling her nipple into a tighter point. Berkley only stays there for a minute. “Keep going.” I nod my head. Both of my hands are gripping her thighs, holding them wide open for me. I loosen my hold, not wanting to bruise her skin but almost loving the fact that she’d be wearing my marks.
The moment her long, elegant fingers trace the lips of her pussy, my mouth attaches to her nipple, wanting to see just how wet she’ll get with my lips wrapped around her tight buds, tasting her skin while she’s using her own fingers.
“After so many nights of using my own fingers or a toy, and I’m still not sated,” she mumbles. It causes me to move to her other nipple, giving it the attention it’s begging for. At the thought of her using a toy or her fingers thinking about me, though, my eyes dip down, and I get that visual front row and center.
I leave her nipple, leaving her body squirming. “I’m going to want to watch that, and soon.”
“I’m giving you a show right now, but I’m really tired of my own hands,” she pouts.
“Try fisting yourself for a month straight, twice, sometimes three times a day, never knowing I’d have all this stunning beauty before me and you’d forever be mine,” I admit.
“We’re a pair, but I swear to God if I don’t feel you inside me tonight, my fingers may turn into a prune.” I love how open she is with her sexuality.
“Oh, that’s fucking coming, but right now, I’m going to taste you.” I kiss her again, reluctantly letting her go.
I grab a chair, sit in it, and throw her legs over my shoulders. It’s my turn to lick every single drop she has to give.
Eleven
Berkley
There’s no way I’m able to stay up on my elbows and watch as Ryder slides his tongue along the folds of my pussy, not going where I want him the most. That is until I feel two fingers slide inside me. It’s a tight fit, but dear God, it feels fucking amazing.
“Shit,” I moan out loud, my hands finding purchase on the edges of the table. His fingers find that spot inside me, his lips sucking on my clit, until he nips it. His fingers delve deeper and deeper with each movement, thrusting.
“God damn, I could become addicted to your taste, sugar,” Ryder growls against my quivering center. It does nothing to calm me down. Instead, it builds me up, tipping me closer to the edge.
“Ryder, I’m going to come.” My head is moving back and forth, and goose bumps pebble on my skin even though my body has a sheen of sweat covering it.
“Fuck yeah, you are.” Ryder redoubles his effort. He’s using his tongue and lips on my clit, his fingers never stopping at all. My hand finds his hair. I pull on it as my hips grind upwards to his lips.
“Ry.” I come on a long sigh. I figured he’d pull his fingers out of me, unbutton his jeans, and slide deep inside of me. Instead, Ryder slowly brings me down with his lips and fingers. When he does disappear from my center, he places a soft kiss on each of my thighs and sits back in his chair, looking more than pleased with himself. As he fucking should. I lift up on my elbows. Ryder licks his lips, and this time it’s me flying off the table, not giving two shits that my boobs are bouncing with every movement. I want to make Ryder feel as good as he made me. He spreads his legs wider, steadying himself because he knows exactly what I’m doing. My ass slides into his lap, and those hands of his find my outer thighs, squeezing them.
“That was off the charts amazing. It’s your turn now.” My hand delves into his hair, my mouth seeks his, and he takes over. Ryder’s mouth dominates me once again. I can taste myself on him, and it doesn’t bother me because beneath that musky flavor, it’s all Ryder. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“Not yet, you won’t. We’re going to eat dinner first, then have dessert. Where we go afterwards will be solely up to you.” I move my hips closer to his, my naked center rubbing against his thin black pants, feeling his bulge.