Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“What, baby?” he says softly as my hands slowly fall from beside my head, his eyes looking up to mine. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me.” My hands grip his hips. “Touch me.”
“Your wish…” His tongue trails down my neck, making me move to the side to give him better access to it, right down to where my dress sits, before his tongue sweeps in and licks my nipple. My eyes close at that moment, and I pull his hardness into me more, lifting my leg over his hip. “…is my command.”
My hands move from his hips to his ass, then up his back. I want to touch all of him, and my only wish is that he was naked so I could touch his skin. “Dakota,” he murmurs my name again, and I open my eyes, “last chance to tell me to stop.” Instead of answering him, I fist the back of his shirt before I move lower and pull his shirt out of his pants, my hands sliding under his shirt to his back.
He moves his head back up to kiss me. My mouth devours his as I move my hand to the front of his shirt, pulling it all out of his pants. His hand goes to my leg on his hip as he trails his fingertips up it, slowly, ever so fucking slowly. His fingers walk up the trail toward where I want his touch. My hands move at the same pace as his, almost as if I’m mimicking him. I feel his fingers right beside where my panties meet my hips. I sigh when he moves the lace to the side. Dropping my foot to the ground, I open my legs more. He lets go of my lips, leaving me panting. “I want to watch your eyes,” he explains, and I just look at him, wanting to ask him what he's talking about, but I’m in a daze. “Right now,” he says at the same time his finger runs down my slit, over my clit, and into me. I swear to God I exhale. “That,” he announces, pulling his finger out and then pushing it in again, “is what I wanted to see. How your eyes light up when I touch you.”
“Yes,” I say. My body feels like it’s on fire. He could touch me literally anywhere, and I’ll light up like a firework.
My hands go to his belt, and he shakes his head. “If you undo my belt, I’m going to end up fucking you into the wall.” He slides another finger into me. “And I’m not going to give a shit that everyone is going to hear you come for me.” His thumb grazes over my clit, making my knees weak. “I also know that I’m not only going to fuck you once. I’m going to want to fuck you all night long.” He slams his fingers into me. “But when I finally get my cock in you, I’m going to want you spread on my bed, and it’s going to be after I’ve buried my face in your pussy and have made you come a couple of times.”
“Yes,” I agree, thinking about everything he’s said, “let’s do that.” I move away from the belt buckle to cup his cock over his pants, feeling how hard he is. “I want to do all of that.”
“You have no idea”—he slides his tongue into my mouth, moving it at the same pace as his fingers—“how fucking bad I want to taste you.”
“Then do it.” I look in his eyes as he says that, never expecting him to drop to his knees in front of me.
Looking up at me, he pushes my dress to the side. “If you insist,” he says, right before his mouth devours me. He moves one leg over his shoulder as his tongue slides into me with his fingers. I swear to God I see white spots when his tongue licks up from my hole to my clit, right before he bites down on it, first gently, and when I moan, he sucks it into his mouth. His fingers work me over and over, and the sound of my wetness drowns out my panting. “You fucking taste like heaven,” he praises right before he bites my clit again, this time harder, as my hand goes into his hair. The hair I’ve wanted to touch for the past month is now between my fingers. “I could eat you all day, every day.” He slides his fingers faster.
“Christopher,” I pant out his name, “I’m going to—”
“Yeah, I know, baby.” He flicks his tongue before my leg drops to the ground, and he stands. “But I want to watch your face when I make you come.” He kisses me, and I’ve never in my life felt the hunger I feel right now. It’s barbaric. I want to rip his clothes off. I want him to rip my clothes off. I want him to pound into me over and over again. “Fuck.” He lets go of my lips. “Let go, baby,” he tells me, knowing I’m holding back. How he knows, I have no idea. I just want this moment to go on. “Your pussy is squeezing my fingers.” His lips hover over mine, his eyes on mine. “You can do it, baby,” he encourages me at the same time he curls his fingers inside me, pushing me off that cliff. “Come, baby, come for me,” he whispers.