Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“Even better than I thought,” he said, taking his index finger and opening my shirt all the way. My black demi push-up bra barely covered my pebbled nipples. “Fuck,” he hissed, and his eyes were mesmerized by it. He traced the swell of my breast with his finger until he slipped it into the bra to touch my nipple.
“Evelyn.” He said my name and then bent to take one in his mouth. Biting it, he then sucked, repeating the same thing to the other one. I looked down at myself when he finally let me go, and all I could see was my shirt hanging open and my bra cups under my tits, pushing them higher. I watched as he looked down at me.
“You have too many clothes on,” I told him, and my hands went to his shirt. I tried to undo the button, but it got stuck, so I just ripped a couple off. I thought I was ready for what was under his shirt, but I was not. His abs were on point, and I could see the ink sticking out just a bit. I moved the shirt and traced it with my finger. “I’m going to lick every single inch of you,” I said out loud, and he groaned when I pushed the shirt off him. “I just don’t know if I should start with your chest or your cock.”
He wrapped an arm around my waist, and I expected him to carry me into the hotel room, but he didn’t. He just put me down on the table in the hallway. Before I even had time to think about the coldness on my ass, he was on his knees, and his mouth was on me. My hand went to pull his hair as I lifted my ass up and down on the table. All I could do was watch while his tongue fucked me. He looked up at me as he bit my clit and then sucked it into his mouth. I watched him fuck me with his tongue while I pulled his hair as I begged him to make me come. I’d never in my life felt this way.
“Excuse me, miss.” I hear the driver say, and I open my eyes. “We have arrived.”
I look out the window and see we are in the driveway of my house. “Thank you,” I say, getting out and making sure that I cover myself since my thong is in my purse. Not like I can use it again, but still.
Unlocking the door, I step in and put my purse on the table at the front door. Closing my eyes, I can picture myself on the same table again, just in a different room. Moaning his name, begging him to fuck me.
I bend down to take off my shoes, and when my legs scream, another memory comes to me.
After coming on his tongue, he stood, and I pulled him back to my lips. I tasted myself on him, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. “I thought the scotch tasted good,” I told him when I let go of his lips, and he looked at me, his blue eyes almost a dark, deep blue. I got off the table, and my panties fell onto the floor at that point. “But I have to say, me on your tongue tastes even better.”
“Evelyn.” Every single time he said my name, I wanted to make him say it over and over again.
“That’s one for me,” I told him, and my hands went to the button on his pants. I undid the button. “Time for you to catch up,” I said, and I had never wanted to suck a cock more in my life. I was on my knees before he could stop me or move. His zipper came down, and I came face-to-face with the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen in my life. Long, thick, hard, and fucking perfect.
I open my eyes, and my whole body is awake now. It’s begging me to go back to the room for relief. It almost cries out when instead of going to the door, I walk into the house. I walk over to start the coffee machine, then go back into my bedroom to take off last night’s clothes.
My head is full of images of last night. His smile, his laugh, the way he said my name when he was balls deep in me and came over and over again. When I had his cock in my mouth, and his eyes were looking into mine. I can still feel his kisses on my lips, and I raise my hand to feel them.
It took me thirty-two years to find the man whose kisses I would never forget. It took me thirty-two years to have the best sex of my life. It also took me thirty-two years to have the best one-night stand I’ll ever have. Also, it’s the only one-night stand I’ll have. It also took thirty-two years for me to meet someone who can make my toes curl.