Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Get up on this bed,” I growl, with a sharp tug of her hair. “Get up here, now.”
She scrambles to her feet. I fall back against the pillows, laying down and lifting her up.
“Ride my face,” I order with a sharp slap to her arse. “I want that pussy on my tongue when I come.”
“Oh God,” she whispers, but she quickly scrambles to obey, her knees on either side of my head as she straddles my face. Seconds later, her mouth is back at my cock while I lap at her sweet, bare pussy. I suckle and tease while she sucks my cock, so ready to come.
I slap her arse, hard, the sound echoing in the room, and I can feel her tighten, the moan she makes around my cock making me lose my fucking mind. Her hips jerk, and she starts to climax, just as I come in her mouth. She suckles and swallows, her pussy spasming while I eat her out and groan my own release.
She swallows the last drop of my climax, then collapses beside me.
“Oh God,” she moans, “Oh my fucking God.”
She starts to giggle, then reverses herself and rolls over to me, snuggling her head up on my chest like she needs to be close, like she needs to be held. I wrap my arms around her and tug her tighter to my chest.
“Jesus, baby, that was the best fuckin’ blow job of my life.”
She grins bashfully. “My friends said that… what you just did there… was weird and not hot.” She laughs. “Wow, were they wrong about that.”
I give her a teasing swat and kiss the top of her head. “Not sure who your friends are, but I don’t knock weird. I mean, I have other plans for you, you know…”
She laughs out loud.
“Aye? Like what? Our entire sexual journey began with rooftop sex in front of a fire, does it really get better?”
“Oh aye, baby,” I say with a nod. “With the way you crave submitting to me? The way you love it when I’m rough with you? It gets way fucking better.”
She makes a sound that can only be described as a squeal. I chuckle, holding her tight.
“Not sure why I needed you to hold me after that,” she says, that little furrow between her brow rising when she’s all serious and a bit perplexed.
I shrug. “Sex brings people closer together,” I tell her simply. “I mean, it ought to, anyway.”
And isn’t that my fucking problem? I’m not supposed to be getting closer to her. I’m not supposed to crave her, to want more of her.
I can’t fucking stay detached, not when she’s got her head on my chest and her knee hitched up and her arms holding me tightly like she never wants to let me go.
“Aye,” she says with a sober whisper. “It ought to.”
“You’re a bloody fucking distraction,” I say with mock anger. I shake my head and smack her arse.
“And another thing!” she says adorably.
“No ‘another thing,’ we’re getting out of this bloody bed.”
“Why,” she says, looking up at me curiously and completely ignoring my instruction, “is it so hot when you spank me?”
I growl at her. “I don’t know the answer to that question, but I’m not sure you’d find it very hot if I gave you a real spanking. So I suggest you get yourself out of this bed like I told you, before you find yourself over my knee and my palm across your arse again, and not in a way that ends with you riding my face and climaxing, young lady.”
I look at her sternly, but she only giggles.
“Something I said funny? Because we can definitely delay our plans if someone’s in need of discipline—”
She scrambles out of bed, covering her little arse, but she’s giggling like a love-crazed lunatic.
“These clothes will do fine,” she says, picking up Cairstina’s borrowed clothing.
“Aye, love,” I tell her, getting up out of bed beside her. “They absolutely will. You’re a fuckin’ stunner, I tell you, and I’d kick the arse of anyone who said otherwise.”
“You get a lot done by simply kickin’ arse, don’t you?”
I grin. “Of course. It’s very what you might call, efficient. Especially for a guy my size.”
She snorts while we get dressed, but her whole disposition’s lighter, somehow, so much so that it’s obvious. Whatever was worrying her seems to have faded.
And I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
After we’ve dressed, she reaches over to the bed and fluffs up the pillows, tugs the sheets to straighten them, then makes the bed.
“Babe, we’ve got staff that come and do all that.”
She shrugs. “I can earn my keep, can’t I?”
“Oh, honey. You have earned your fuckin’ keep.”
She rolls her eyes but can’t hide the little smile that tugs at her lips.