Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Damn, I don’t know where to start.” Easton’s eyes aren’t on me, glued to my naked lower half. My hands go behind my back, palms against the granite to hold myself up. What I don’t expect is for Easton to dip his head, blowing along the length of my slit. My body burns hotter. I lift my hips, silently pleading for him to do more, wanting to feel the rasp of his tongue on my clit. “Not yet, Noelle. Soon, very fucking soon.” He still gives me something when the tip of his tongue does what I beg for, except it’s fleeting, just one long lick before he’s standing up.
“Noooo, please don’t stop.” He licks his lips. I’m noticing it’s his signature move when he’s turned on, and it works for him. It also works for me. His hands grip my lower thighs, thumbs pressing into the inner muscle. My body shivers from the touch. I want him to do something, anything. I’d get on my knees right now if I had the mental capacity. As it is right now, the only thing I can think about is the need to orgasm.
“I’m not. We’re just getting started, sweetheart. You’re going to watch as I make you come. So, while I’m denying you my mouth right now, you’ll get it tonight, Noelle. There’s no way I’ll leave an inch of your body without my touch. I’m going to be seared into you as much as you are to me.” His hands move slowly up my legs, too slowly. I want him to do something, anything, everything.
“Easton,” I whimper his name, head tipping back on my shoulders, eyes shutting, and wait him out. There’s nothing else on my mind except him. The outside noise of life is gone, the need to make Mamá happy isn’t in the forefront of my mind, and seeing Alejandro for the first time in years doesn’t touch me. There’s no love lost in that department. He’s a blip on my radar. Alejandro existed before I met Easton, but he doesn’t now. Now that I’ve met the man who makes my insides turn to lava, there’s no way I’d ever look in rearview mirror when Easton is right in front of me.
“Up. I’m going to fuck your pussy with my fingers. You’re going to watch me, and then you’re going to lick them clean.” His hands slide from my thighs to my hips, picking me up and spinning me around until my back is to his front and I’m facing the mirror. “Look how beautiful you are, and you’re all fucking mine.” My eyes don’t take me in. They are glued to Easton. His nostrils flare, his chest billows, and I have no idea what he did with my panties. All I know is they’re gone. He is claiming me in a way no man ever has before. My ass arches into him, ready for him to make good on his promise.
“Look at you. Your body is begging for me, Noelle.” The contrast of our bodies makes my lust go crazier, and I didn’t think that was possible. The tips of his fingers move closer to my core. My eyes grow heavy. They’re getting harder and harder to keep open even though I want to watch what Easton does to me. “You’re fucking soaked, dripping, sweetheart. Imagine how it’s going to feel when we get home tonight and my mouth is doing what my fingers are.” He hits my clit, and my eyes lose the battle. They slam shut, my grip on the ledge of the counter tightens, my knuckles turn white, and my dress is now completely around my midsection.
“Oh God, Easton, more,” I beg. He doesn’t listen to me. Of course, he goes slower. Damn this man. Meanwhile, his other hand reaches for the top of my dress and pulls it down, capturing a breast in the palm of his hand. Easton Bosa can do the absolute most.
“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you, Noelle.” My head drops onto his shoulder as I moan a garbled mess of words that I have no clue what I’m saying. Easton pinches my nipple while dipping one finger inside me, then pulling it back out, gathering my wetness, and then adds another digit. Jesus, I’m done for. There’s no coming back from this moment. I let him take over. My eyes close tighter, my head turns into his neck, and I breathe in his spicy cologne while I let him work my body. “Can’t watch, sweetheart? That’s alright. I’ve got the best fucking view. Your bare pussy, dripping wet, my hand drenched from you. I can’t wait to get my cock inside this tight cunt, Noelle. I’m going to fuck you so hard and long you’ll be sore tomorrow.” I tremble. It’s the trifecta effect—his hand on my breast, his other working my center, and his dirty fucking mouth. My mouth finds a patch of skin. There’s no denying I’ve been on edge since the moment he picked me up, and now I can’t hold back any longer. A scream bubbles up inside me, but instead of letting it out, I use Easton’s neck. My lips at first, then my teeth, and I mark him in a way the partygoers and whoever else sees him in the next few days will know he’s been with me.