Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Ezra, it’s like you’re goal today is for me to cry. I’ve always known there were layers to you, so many that I never thought I’d so much as get a hint of this man in front of me. Thank you.” She doesn’t openly accept my offer, but she doesn’t shut me down either. We’re making progress, which is all I can ask for. That doesn’t mean I won’t do something to pave her way, smooth things out as much as I can. Even if I don’t tell her the truth; it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission in this case.
“You, Parker, and Krista are the only ones I’ve let close enough to know me, the true me. Which reminds me; Mom is coming to town soon, and I’m sure she’ll use a key.” A smile takes over her face, probably remembering what Nessa went through and how she thought Parker was married or had a girlfriend only to find out it was our mom.
“Noted. As if Bill wouldn’t tell me otherwise. He may be your doorman, but he likes me more, Mr. Hudson.”
“Is that so? It seems I may have some competition for your attention, Miss Saoirse.” She looking at me, slyness written all over her face. I take over, flipping us until she’s on her back, my hips between her thighs, damning the clothes we’re still wearing. I should have thought about this while we were in the closet, stripping off the layers between us, then I wouldn’t have to deal with all the buttons my fingers are currently working on. Now I know how she feels when our roles are reversed.
“It seems you do. The question is, what are you going to do about it?” she teases.
“How attached are you to this shirt?” I answer her question with one of my own, ready to take us to a place where Millie is naked beneath me.
“Oh, no, you don’t. This is one of my favorites, so don’t you dare.” Paybacks, man, they hit you when you least expect it.
“Figures. I guess I’ll take my time, then,” I grumble, moving so I’m sitting back, pulling my shirt over my head before taking the time to undress her, button by button, smooth skin appearing before my eyes, tits pushed up by a deep blue bra, a complete anomaly since her shirt is white, and there wasn’t a hint of the color bleeding beneath it. With each one undone, more skin comes to light. My mouth waters knowing that I’ll be tasting every inch of her body.
“Not too much time, I hope, please.” She helps me out as I pull the end of her shirt out, leaving it lying open before I move to work on her pants. The minute I’ve got them open, I’m moving backwards. She lifts her legs straight up, and then they’re gone, flung somewhere across the room. The lace wrapped around her chest is the same covering her pretty pussy.
“Mouth or fingers, Millie? Your choice.” I give her the option, moving until I’m on my stomach, not bothering to take anything else off. I can work around any obstacle when it comes to Millicent.
“Mouth.” I dip my head, smelling her sweetness, seeing her wetness seeping through her panties, knowing that I did that. My tongue licks her through the thin fabric, hands cupping the cheeks of her ass. She gets the memo and places them over my shoulders. I know she’ll dig her heels into my back when I work her cunt with my mouth.
“Hands above your head. Hold on to the headboard.” My eyes watch as she does what I demand. Her fingers get greedy whenever my mouth is on her pussy. They’re either latching on to my hair, pressing me deeper, or she’s working her nipples, and that won’t do this time around.
“Ezra.” My name comes out on a long sigh. My fingers move until they find the string that runs between the globes of her ass, pulling on it to add pressure against her sensitive bud.
“Fuck, look at you. Still trying to take control. Your body knows what’s coming, ready for me to tongue this pretty little clit.” I move her thong back and forth, watching as she squirms beneath me.
“God, do something, please. Touch me,” she begs. I let the fabric go. Stretching the material out while I was playing with her works in my favor. My nose nudges it out of the way. My tongue works the whole of Millie, lapping up every delicious drop, avoiding where she needs me the most until we’re both hungry for more. I thrust my tongue inside her pussy, mimicking the movement as if my cock were sliding in and out, moving my hand until my thumb works her clit the way she likes it—light at first, then harder—thighs clenching around my head, heels digging into my back. I hum, pulling my tongue out of her center, my thumb pulling on her nub as I take it in my mouth, sucking on it. “Ezra,” she moans breathlessly while she comes on my face, drenching me, and this is only the beginning of our night together.