Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Stop looking at them,” I said, reaching over Stevie for my cover-up.
“You put them on display like that, and they’re impossible not to look at.”
I prayed he did not see the shiver that ran through me. My body was a fool.
Snatching the cover-up and clutching it to my chest, I stared back at him. “What do you want?”
He ran the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip. “That’s a loaded question.” His gaze flickered to Stevie, then back to me. “Tell me, Branwen, does your pussy taste like lemon candy? Because I have this memory of it.”
My breathing was getting heavy, and I had to rub my thighs together because of the ache that had started between them.
“If you don’t know, I can check.”
I gasped, my eyes going wide. Had he just offered to go down on me?
He leaned down, and I was frozen, unable to move or speak. His hand reached up and took my sunglasses from my eyes, then put them on top of my head. I blinked, staring at him. He was so close that I could smell him. The smoke-and-spice scent only caused my heart rate to speed up.
“It’ll just take a second.” His deep voice was husky.
I managed to shake my head, and he shushed me. Then, his warm, large hand touched the skin just below my belly button. The breath I sucked in was loud enough for him to hear, and he shushed me again with a small shake of his head. His fingers slid underneath the fabric of my bikini bottoms, and instead of grabbing his wrist and jerking it out, I dropped my eyes to watch him.
Why wasn’t I moving? Telling him to stop?
It was if everything had gone into slow motion until he ran his middle finger over my pulsing clit, and I let out a yelp, my eyes flying back up to his face.
“Easy,” he said hoarsely with a glint of smug satisfaction in his eyes. “That pussy is soaking wet.”
He dipped his finger inside me, then pushed it up into my very deprived entrance, and I had to cover my mouth to muffle my moan.
“Still tight,” he said, his low voice sounding almost like a groan. “With a face like yours and a body like this, I’d think someone would be fucking this hole properly, but, damn, it’s sucking my finger like it’s hungry.”
He let out a sadistic laugh and pumped it three times as my mouth fell open and my eyes rolled back in my head. That was so good. His finger was rough and thick. Instead of jerking his hand away, I wanted to hold it there now so I could ride it until I orgasmed. I was so close already. Just a little more.
And then it was gone. I let out a cry, and he stood back up. I wanted to weep, slap him, get up, and rub myself off on his leg. Damn him!
He stuck his middle finger inside his mouth, and I watched as my body trembled from the pleasure that had been snatched away from it. The way he continued to clean off my wetness from his finger was as if he was savoring it.
Hudson and Bastian had told me I tasted sweet before. Bastian hadn’t been one for giving pleasure though. He liked to get it. Hudson went down on me often—or at least he used to—but I didn’t ever get off on it. Sure, it felt good, but neither of them seemed to know how to use their tongue on me.
Five years ago, when Linc had been between my legs, I had gotten off twice as my body bucked and I pulled his hair like a woman possessed. It had been incredible. That image was all I could think about right now.
He finally pulled his finger from between his lips. “Not a dream,” he murmured, then turned and walked away.
I lay there, panting, my clit screaming for attention, and I equally hated and wanted Linc Shephard more than anyone else on earth. It was a twisted truth that I had to accept.
Twenty-One
Linc
Standing under the warm shower, I wrapped my hand around my cock and placed my other palm against the stone wall. I’d leaked so much pre-cum that my fucking boxers had been sticking to me. I was a fifty-five-year-old man who had fucked hundreds of women, but one lemon-candy-tasting pussy milking my finger, and I was ready to erupt.
Jesus Christ, what kind of voodoo did she have? No fucking wonder the dentist had looked ready to run after the limo and hold on with both hands.
I’d just cut him off from her cunt.
He wouldn’t be touching it again.
I snarled as I began to pump my cock. That cunt was gonna be mine exclusively.
If Stevie hadn’t been next to her at the pool, I’d have ripped Branwen’s damn bottoms off and spread her legs open, then feasted. Fuck, it’d tasted incredible, and why was she so damn tight still?