Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“I think we can go to your room now,” I tell him, finishing my drink and placing it down.
“You needed liquid courage to come back to my room?” That playful side of his is back.
I laugh as I lean over and brush my lips against his. I graze my lips along his jaw and then whisper into his ear, “No, I just feel more comfortable now, knowing there are no expectations.”
“Well, I did give you a plane, so I at least want some head.”
I laugh, and he cockily grins and pulls me up from the day bed. I grab the bottle of champagne and say in a sing-song way, “I guess we’ll see what we can manage.”
CHAPTER 30
Alina
I’m pinned against the door before it even shuts behind us. His mouth is on mine, his hands curving over my figure and crumpling the soft fabric of my dress. I’m arching into him, my body an absolute whore for his touch. The only thing keeping me in this room is him, as I focus on his every touch and demand.
The bottle of champagne slips out of my hand and falls to the floor, but he ignores it; he grips my ass and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to the bed.
We pull away from each other momentarily to appreciate one another. His beautiful blue eyes, a raging storm of desire, stare into mine, and that cocky smile forming a dimple makes me want to slap him for it. But not until after his head has been between my legs.
He shifts my weight, now holding me with only one arm, as he moves a piece of my hair out of my face. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
My heart skips, and I hate the way it twists a new sense of unease within me. Because flattery like that should only be sexual, it shouldn’t make me feel any type of way. Especially after the conversation we just had.
“You still talk too much,” I say as I lean down to kiss him. My manicured nails dig into his cheek as I bite and pull on his bottom lip. He chuckles as he throws me onto the bed. I jolt under the force, but before I can adjust myself, he’s on his knees with his head between my legs.
I arch over him as his mouth remorsefully attacks my clit through the fabric of my panties.
“Fuck, I missed this sweet pussy,” he purrs as he pushes the scrap of material to the side and his tongue strokes me. I sigh in relief, and anticipation swarms in my core. No matter how many times I’ve masturbated and fantasized about the first time, it’s not as good as the real thing.
This man knows how to use his tongue. My fingers rake through his hair as I push him closer to me, demandingly and hungrily. He chuckles as he inserts a finger. “You’re awfully greedy tonight, milady.”
“Keep calling me that and I won’t let you taste this sweet pussy ever again,” I say as I shove his face back to work.
For once, he doesn’t have a smartass comment. He just busily goes to work, eating me out as God intended for him to do. He inserts another finger, and I’m shamelessly rolling my hips into him, looking for the high of my next release.
He lifts a hand to my tit, cupping and twisting it through the light feeling fabric of my dress. I arch into him, in utter bliss, as he continues pumping his fingers into me. It’s great, but I want more. I want him.
I open my eyes and adjust myself slightly. “I want you inside of me.”
He pulls away with an arrogant smile. “If we’re making requests, I want my cock in your mouth.”
I bite my bottom lip and come to a sitting position. I edge the tip of my nail under his chin. “That’s a special service.”
“I think I’m a special kind of guy.” He stands from his knees to his full height, towering over me, and I can’t help but stare at him. This man is infuriatingly sexy.
“Take your dress off,” he orders as he begins to undo his shirt. My gaze dips to the bulge pressing against the fly of his pants, and I swallow hard. Expectantly. I get onto my knees and then slip off the bed. We stand, staring at each other from across the bed.
I watch as his hands trail down his buttons, my pussy still pounding from being denied an orgasm. But I want it when he’s inside of me instead of his tongue. I unzip the back of my dress slowly, knowing it’s torture for him.
The dress falls to the floor just as his shirt does.
“The bra and panties,” he orders.
I arch an eyebrow. “How about you remove the pants first?”