Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I pulled back the bra cup, letting her nipple come out, its bud peaking with little bumps all over it. Looking right into her beautiful eyes, I leaned in, taking her nipple straight into my mouth, biting it a little before sucking it in. My tongue circled it slowly. I knew it was driving her crazy, because her head was thrown back and her cunt was pressing down on my rock-hard cock.
Moving my head to her other breast, I tortured it the same, except I nipped it while rolling the other one between two fingers.
She was so responsive to me. She ground herself up and down on my cock, my zipper straining and my dick ready to bust right through.
He hands were in my hair, where she pulled at it to raise my head so she could attack my mouth. I let her take me, all while I tortured her nipples. I pulled, I pinched, I rolled, and I squeezed, and the heat from her pussy almost melted her pants.
I took a gamble by trailing down her stomach, where I popped the button on her jeans, lowering her zipper. The matching panties peeked out. I wrapped my hand around her waist and flipped her on her back, my lips never leaving hers.
Once I had her sprawled out, I pulled back and looked at her. Her lips were swollen from my kisses. The bra under her tits pushed them higher, her nipples wet from my mouth.
“You need to tell me if this is okay.” I looked down at her, waiting while I held my breath.
She nodded, but I needed to hear her voice. I needed to hear her want for me.
“Words, Em. I need words.”
“Yes, Liam.” She palmed my cock over my jeans in her small hand.
I leaned up, ripping off my shirt. I knew I looked good. I was paid to look good, but the lust in Emma’s eyes meant more than all of that.
I pulled her pants off her, with no patience whatsoever, throwing them behind me. Getting to my knees on the floor, I brought her ass to the edge of the couch.
“I smell you from here.” I traced a finger down her panties, feeling the wet spot. She wasn’t bare and smooth like everyone else I’d been with, and I peeled the panties off of her slowly to see her pussy. She had a landing strip right down the middle, her lips bare. I touched the hair that was trimmed to perfection. Her clit was swollen, begging to be stroked.
“Fucking perfect.” I went down, licking my way from the bottom of her entrance, up to her clit, circling my tongue around it. She arched her back off the couch, moaning loudly. “Sweet as fuck,” I groaned, repeating the same pattern again, this time using the tip of my tongue to flick her clit.
Her hands reached for my hair, making me laugh. “Greedy girl, you want me to eat this pussy?” My index finger followed the trail my tongue made. Fuck, she was wet, almost dripping.
I’m shaken out of my memories when, all of a sudden, the pinging of everyone’s phones starts. I see Andre’s eyebrows come together as I hear Skylar gasp.
“What the fuck is going on?” I glance between them both, neither of them answering till Skylar places her iPad in my hands. Looking down, I feel my blood freeze when I read the article.
Roger Ruck’s new country girl controversy. Sex tape with the mayor’s son—a very married man. It seems Roger isn’t the only one with an issue of sleeping with married people.
That is the only thing I see before I pitch the iPad across the room, watching it shatter.
I know the second that my dad and Nion’s phones ring in unison that something has happened, and worry fills the pit of my stomach. Taking a seat on my couch, I see them both answer then watch Nion walk off toward my kitchen while my dad takes a seat next to me. He drops his head, listening to whoever is on the phone.
“Dad.” I lean toward him and place my hand on his shoulder.
“Honey, you need to calm down,” he speaks into the phone, and I know the person on the line is my mom. Turning his head toward me, his eyes lock on mine, and I see sadness, anger, and regret there.
“No.” I stand from the couch. “No.” I cover my mouth, realizing the world now knows all about me. Or they think they do. The same way everyone else thought they knew about me.
“Go pack a bag,” Nion orders, coming into the room. My head flies his way and I take a step back.
“I need to go, honey. I’ll call you back,” Dad says from behind me, and then I feel him get close as he places a hand on my upper back. “What’s this about?” he asks, and Nion looks between us.