Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Becca starts moving, her hips rocking at my touch, her mouth still on my nipple as her hand slides between us and slips alongside mine. She lightly rubs my clit as she moves her mouth to my other breast.
“Adora.”
“Hmm,” is all the response I can manage before I pull her head up to meet my eyes, our hands stuck down each other’s panties, fucking each other with our fingers. I slam my mouth onto hers, but she kisses me gently. She is always so gentle.
“I don’t think I can make this stop. Even knowing where this could lead…”
I move my fingers faster, applying more pressure on her clit. She continues to rub mine, but her movements are all over the place. Then her hand stops, and I know she’s nearing the edge. She breaks away from our kiss and leans her head on my shoulder, her hands on my waist, as she rides out the wave enveloping her body while her hips still grind into my hand.
When she comes around my fingers, I stop, and she collapses onto me, her hips still and her breathing heavy.
“And I didn’t even use my mouth,” I tell her, smiling. She chuckles into my shoulder before she pulls back and climbs down onto the floor and reaches for my shorts. I lift my hips so she can pull them off, along with my panties. She pushes on both of my knees and spreads me.
“No, but I want to.” She moves forward and lowers her mouth to my pussy. I somehow slide forward a little more, and my hand grips her short blonde hair as she starts moving her tongue. The first lick sends shivers all over my body, the second pushes me to a place where I am deliriously happy.
Her tongue stays exactly where I need it—on my clit—while her fingers move down and slide into me, pumping in and out with a beautiful rhythm.
My phone starts ringing, and we both ignore it as she continues our pleasure.
And trust me when I say it’s pure pleasure.
But just as I’m about to come, my mind flashes to someone and something I don’t want there—Joey and his cock.
She stops when I come.
I grip the couch, and the fingers of her free hand dig into my leg as she lifts her mouth but continues to fuck me with her fingers. She climbs up my body until she is back on my lap, and I open my eyes to see her looking down at me.
“We can continue this in the bedroom.” She smirks.
My phone rings again, and she reaches for it without thinking and smiles.
“Hello.” I hear a voice on the other side of the line, but don’t know who it is. “Yeah, sure, here she is.” She hands me the phone.
I glance at the number and don’t recognize it. “Hello.”
“Hey, Adora. This is Sailor. We’ve met before. You brought a glorious pair of heels to my house.” It’s the mafia boss’ wife.
And I do remember her—pretty little thing that likes expensive shoes. Lucas bought her a pair as an apology to make up to Keir for something, but he made me deliver them. In exchange, I got a pair too. Because, hello, why the hell would I not be in on that exchange.
“Yes, I remember you,” I reply.
Becca leans forward and kisses the top of my breast, her hands grabbing my waist.
“Keir asked that I check in with you on everything for the wedding.”
“Check what?” I ask her, my brows furrowing.
“The reception.”
“Okay…” I trail off as Becca leans forward and kisses my lips softly before she pulls away and leaves me there to continue my conversation. I hear her refrigerator open and shut before she comes back with a glass in her hand.
“Joey said he was going to ask you for ideas. Did he not do that?”
Becca gets back down on her hands and knees in front of me, pulls a piece of ice from her cup, and puts it in her mouth.
“No.”
“Okay, wait a second… I’m going to put you on speaker.”
“No, don’t,” I say, but I don’t think she hears me as I hear rustling from the other end.
“I asked Keir if I could help because I can’t imagine the stress this will have caused you, and he said to check with you. So, any color preference?”
Becca leans forward and places the ice from her mouth against my clit. I squeal and try to cover my mouth, but she holds me still with her other hand. She slides the ice up to my stomach, and I watch as it melts before she drags it back down again.
“Adora?”
“No, no preference,” I squeak out.
“Okay.” There is a pause. “And Joey?” she calls out. “Sorry, Joey is here. I’ll just check with him.”
“I need to go,” I say into the phone, my eyes drawn to Becca as she smiles and slips the ice into her mouth and touches my clit with her tongue before she changes it over for the ice.