Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
“Are you wet for me, Mila?” My free hand roams, the other holding her in place by her hair. I give and she takes, and she likes it enough to moan into my mouth as I do. “Answer me.”
“Fin,” she admonishes, laughing a little as I turn us.
“I asked you a question.”
With her back to the shower, I step into her, pushing her under the water. Her expression as the spray hits the top of her head matches her stunned gasp. But she isn’t under long, as, water cascading down her body, I follow her, backing her up against the wall.
“That was a shock!” She laughs, free and loud, sluicing water from her face.
But I don’t answer as I bend and lick the glistening beads from the tips of her hardened nipples. She moans as I capture each in turn with a soft, sucking tug. Water flows down my back as I take her hips, pulling her closer to slide my thigh between hers.
“You’re wet now.” A smile pulls at my mouth as I dip a little, slide my tongue over the seam of her lips. My cock throbs as she tentatively sucks on my tongue, and my hands slide across her hips. I take her breasts into my hands—her nipples into my mouth. I can’t feel enough, touch enough, not as she moans softly and begins to rock against me. Taking her pleasure where she can.
“Are you going to come like this?” I press my thigh tighter into the heat of her pussy. “Are you gonna get yourself off riding my thigh like a good girl?”
Her cheeks color, her rhythm faltering.
“You have my permission, Mila.” Fuck, I think you might just have my heart.
“Oh, God.” Her lashes flutter, the ends beaded with moisture from the shower as stray droplets of water bounce from my shoulders onto her. I want to lick her clean. Lick her dry. Feast on her until all that remains are her sighs.
“Show me, darling. Show me what you can do. I get so fucking hot when I think about you getting yourself off.”
“Oh, my days.” Her head tips forward, pressing to my chest. “I shouldn’t have told you.” But she doesn’t stop.
“But you did. And now it’s all I can think about.”
She undulates a little harder, her soft moan bouncing off the shower walls.
“Yeah, just like that.” My touch is one of reverence as I take her face in my hands, brushing away her hair and keeping her eyes on mine. “You’re so, so beautiful,” I croon, not sure how a moment as hot as this hasn’t dissolved my brain. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
She whimpers, so conflicted, so lush and so ripe as she rolls against me again and again.
“That’s it. You can take it.”
Her attention turns inward, her eyes glossing with pleasure.
I kiss her, one quick slide. I want to watch. I also want to swallow her whole. “You’re so, so sweet, doing this for me. Doing all the hard work for me.”
“Fin. Oh . . .” Her body bows, as though she can’t contain what she’s feeling, as though the sensation is too big to fit under her skin.
“Good girls get rewarded,” I croon. “Good girls get to come, Mila. Show me how good you can be.”
“Oh, Lord . . .”
I laugh, the sound low and dark. “God isn’t making you come. But you bet he’s watching.”
“I . . . I . . .” Her mouth falls open as she hits that point.
I hold her there as her body contracts. My mouth against hers, I swallow her cries.
Chapter 19
Mila
I swallow thickly, unwrapping my arms from Fin’s neck. Aftershocks of pleasure pulse through me so hard, I’m surprised I can coordinate my limbs.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” Fin whispers, pressing his lips into my hair. I hear the smile in his voice. Feel it pulling at my heartstrings.
I’m a good girl. The thought drops into my chest in a wash of confliction. I’m embarrassed, but I clearly liked it. Oh, hell. I got off on it.
“Well, that was . . .” I begin as I pull away, but I don’t get very far, as something blooms hotly inside me. And, oh, his fingers grip my bum. They grip it so tight, I feel like his fingertips might become embedded in my skin. I like it a lot.
“Did I say you could go somewhere?”
His low tone causes a ripple of pleasure across my skin. So this is daddy energy. I like it. I like it a lot. Oh, hell.
“I just thought we were . . .”
“Done?” There’s a note of dark amusement to his tone. “Not even close, honeybuns.”
“No, not done, not exactly,” I say, ignoring his taunt. “I just thought that I could . . . that I could . . . because I can’t . . .” say those words out loud!