Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Close your eyes. I’m almost done.” Before I completely lost control of the situation, I touched the fingertips of my left hand to the spot between his eyebrows. “This chakra is sometimes called the third eye. It relates to vision, intuition, and insight. It allows us to detach from subjective perception and see truth or symbolic meaning in a situation.”
“Right now all I want is to detach you from your clothes.”
That was all I wanted too, but I was determined to finish this. I placed my left hand on the top of his head. “The crown chakra symbolizes enlightenment, pure awareness. It brings us knowledge, wisdom, understanding, spiritual connection, and bliss.”
“Will it bring you to sit on my face? Because that sounds like bliss to me.”
My thigh muscles clenched around his. I had to close my eyes so I wouldn’t see him and be distracted. “Dallas. Focus with me. Imagine the energy flowing up through all the points I touched.”
“There is definitely something flowing up in me.”
“Picture the color violet.”
“I’d rather picture my dick in your mouth.”
Oh, fuck. I opened my eyes and brought my hands to his shoulders. “You would?”
“Yeah. Does that make me an unenlightened brute?”
“Probably.” I kissed him softly, traced his lips with my tongue. “But I’m going to give you what you want.”
“You are?” His hands tightened on my ass.
“Uh huh.” I slid backward off his lap until I was kneeling on the floor, then pulled his jeans down just enough.
“Oh, Jesus,” he said as I took my blouse off and reached behind my back to unhook my bra. “You’re so beautiful.”
I laughed and ran my hands up his thighs. “You’re just saying that because you want to see my mouth on your cock.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I mean that. It doesn’t matter what you do or don’t do, you will always be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”
My heart soared. “Really?”
“Yes.” His hands fisted in my hair. “Now put your mouth on my cock.”
I’d given Dallas a few awkward blowjobs when we were together, but I never knew what I was doing and I was always scared that he would come in my mouth and not tell me first. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do that for him, it was just that the thought of it terrified me. Would I choke? Gag? Make a weird face? Getting something as big as his dick in my mouth was difficult enough, and sometimes when the tip of it hit the back of my throat, there was this terrifying moment when I thought I might suffocate. He never pressured me, and it usually only lasted a few minutes before he wanted to have sex, anyway, and we’d be scrambling to get the condom on fast enough.
This time was different.
I wanted it all—and I wanted him to watch me take it.
So this time when he said Maren, stop, I didn’t. I pushed his hands away. I went at him faster. Sucked harder. Took him deeper. (I might have quit the stage, but I still knew how to put on a show.)
Dallas struggled to hold back. “Fuck. I’m so close. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth—”
“That’s exactly what I want,” I said, rubbing the tip of his cock over my lips, “so shut the fuck up and give it to me.”
“Oh, Christ.” He groaned and grabbed my head again, holding me steady and fucking my mouth with zero restraint. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on to feel him lose control and know that he was watching every second of it. He cursed and moaned and growled and lasted only about twenty seconds before I felt a hot, pulsing stream at the back of my throat.
As soon as he loosened his grasp, I sat back and swallowed. Wiped my lips and chin. Caught my breath. But I only had about three seconds because Dallas launched himself off the couch and came at me like a linebacker, tipping me onto my back and rolling with me to the empty space on the carpet beyond the coffee table. Less than two minutes later, he’d dragged my shorts and underwear off my body and flipped us over again, so I was on top.
“You know what I want,” he said. But before I could guess, he slid down beneath me so I ended up kneeling over his face, his arms locked around my thighs. Then he went at me with his unbelievably strong, seemingly tireless, and utterly magical tongue. When I came, I screamed so loud I thought my front windows would shatter, and even when my orgasm was over, he kept going.
“Stop,” I begged, trying to lift my hips from where he had me imprisoned above him. “I can’t take any more.”