Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 134961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 675(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 675(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
“Please, let me come for you. Let me come all over your fingers.”
My smirk deepens, satisfaction curling hot and sinful inside me.
“That’s my girl.”
And with that, I give her everything.
My fingers move faster and deeper, my thumb circling her clit as my mouth presses against her throat.
I groan as I feel her walls flutter around me - clenching and tightening and pulling me further in - and as I press against her most sensitive spot once more in time with her clit, she finally shatters.
Her cry is sharp as her body tenses. She arches back, shaking as her walls clench and release repeatedly around my fingers. I don’t stay still - no, I keep moving them in and out of her, and her entire body convulses as I drag her through the waves of pleasure until she slumps against me, boneless and panting.
I pull my fingers out of her slowly, letting the last of her pleasure ripple through her, making sure she feels every last second of it.
Then, with a satisfied smirk, I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.
She watches, her breath still unsteady, her lips parting in undisguised hunger.
I chuckle, tilting her chin up so she’s forced to look at me.
“That,” I tell her, my voice thick with satisfaction, “is what happens when you tease me.”
She’s still catching her breath, her eyes hazy with pleasure, and fuck - she looks wrecked.
Completely and utterly undone.
But has she learned?
I tighten my grip on her waist, keeping her pressed against me and making sure she still feels me - feels what she does to me, what she’s been doing since the second I laid eyes on her outside of that godforsaken airport.
Her lashes flutter, her pupils still blown wide, and then, she smirks.
Fucking smirks.
My jaw tightens, and I slide my hand slowly down the front of her thigh before dragging my fingers between her legs.
She gasps, her hands gripping tighter against the door as I press my palm against her still-sensitive heat.
Her body jolts, her hips jerking, but I don’t move away.
Not yet. Not until I’ve reminded her exactly who she belongs to.
I lean in, brushing my lips against her ear.
“Have you learned your lesson, mon ange?”
A soft, unsteady exhale escapes her lips, but as she tilts her chin up, I swear that something flashes in her eyes. Something bold - something defiant.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
My patience snaps, and I grab the fabric of her dress, yanking it higher over her hips as my hand slides firmly beneath, my fingers finding bare, hot, wet skin. She’s still bent at the waist and pressed against the door, and she arches into my touch.
“Poppy,” I grind out. “Do you need another lesson?”
Her breath stutters, and my smirk sharpens.
I watch as her nails bite into the door, and then, she nods.
Slowly. Deliberately.
Fuck. Of course she wants me to ruin her all over again.
“You never learn, do you?” I say as I slide my fingers against her, spreading her open, feeling just how fucking drenched she still is for me.
“Maybe,” she breathes, tilting her head to the side and batting her lashes at me.
I raise my hand and bring it down against her arse, the resounding slap filling the air between us.
She gasps, the sound sharp and loud, and I grin.
"Careful," I tell her. "I didn’t ask you to speak."
And then, just when I think she might have finally learned her lesson, she fucking tilts her head, batting those damn doe-eyes up at me, her lips curving ever so slightly.
My patience snaps when she shifts back against me, arching her spine like she’s begging me for more, and my free hand comes down hard against her arse again, the sharp slap echoing through the room.
Her nails scrape against the door, and I grin as I grip the base of my cock, teasing the head along her slick heat.
She shudders, her thighs clenching around me, her fingers flexing against the wood.
Her breathing is ragged, her body tense, waiting, needing -
Needing me.
I smirk, dragging myself along her slit, coating myself in her arousal and teasing her exactly how she deserves.
"You want me to fuck you, Poppy?"
She nods furiously, arching her back, pressing into me.
"Use your words," I remind her. "Tell me what you want."
"You,” she grits out. “Freddie, please, just fuck me already."
Without another word, I thrust into her, sinking all the way in one smooth, punishing stroke.
She cries out, her body arching at the intrusion, the fullness, the stretch.
I grip her hips, anchoring her to the floor as she stretches up on her tiptoes, holding her exactly where I want her.
"That’s it," I murmur, pressing a hot kiss against her shoulder, savoring the way she clenches so perfectly around me. "Merde - you’re so fucking tight.”
I roll my hips deliberately, feeling the walls of her cunt squeeze around me.