Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I crouched in front of the chair, spearing my fingers through her lovely hair. “Effie,” I murmured. “Wake up, beautiful.”
Her wondrous eyes blinked open, and she smiled. My breath caught at the sheer beauty of her welcoming expression.
“Hi,” she whispered. “I fell asleep waiting.”
I leaned forward, capturing her mouth with mine. I slid my hand around her neck, holding her face to mine and devouring her. She whimpered, letting me take control, kissing me back and wrapping her arms around my neck. I lifted her, sitting in the chair with her straddling me. I slid my hands up the backs of her thighs, slipping my fingers under the lace I discovered, ghosting them over her soft pussy. “So wet,” I breathed against her lips. “So responsive.”
She cried out as I stroked her clit. She rocked against my hand, and I hummed in approval. I slid a finger inside as I rotated my thumb over her clit. “That’s it, baby. Ride my hand. Let me see you come.”
She grasped my shoulders, undulating over me. Making those low, throaty noises that drove me wild. Her head fell back, her hair brushing my thighs. I wrapped my free hand around the thick tresses, leaning forward to suck her nipples through my shirt. “Waiting for me, wearing my shirt, Effie? Did you know how I would react, seeing you in my clothes? How hard I would get for you?” I rasped. I licked and nipped my way up her neck, covering her mouth again. She moved faster, her breathing growing choppy. I moved my hand faster, the circles becoming harder, and she started to shake. She pulled away, burying her head into my neck, crying out. I felt the sharp nip of her teeth as she fell, my name slipping like a prayer from her lips. I gentled my touch, withdrawing my hand and holding her tight. Something about this small woman made the need to have her close paramount. To show her affection and care.
She sat up, meeting my gaze, making me chuckle. I loved the innocence that still clung to her. I had a feeling she would always carry it with her. It was part of her soul.
She looked down where my erection tented my sweats. Biting her lip, she traced the bulge. “What about you?” she asked.
Before I could respond, she slid off my lap, lowering herself between my spread legs. She looked nervous as she rubbed my thighs. “I’ve never…”
“I know.”
“I want to. Tell me how.”
I almost came there. Effie between my legs, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes, pleading, trusting.
Asking me to let her suck my cock.
As if I was going to say no.
EFFIE
I was nervous in front of Roman. He stared at me with his intensity full blast. Lust, desire, and need swam in his glittering green gaze. He licked his lips, then lifted his hips. I pulled on his sweats, freeing his erection. It was thick, swollen, and as I took him in my hand, heavy and hot. One long vein ran around it, the head almost purple in color. I stroked him, running my thumb over the crown.
Roman groaned. “Jesus, Little Tiger.”
I glanced up at him, unsure.
“Open those pretty lips and suck me in,” he instructed.
I was cautious, worried about hurting him. But the hiss of pleasure he made as I did what he instructed made me braver.
“Use your tongue. Explore me. Cup my balls, play with me. Taste me,” he said roughly. He placed a hand on my head, his fingers restless. “Take as much of me in as you can.”
I pulled back, staring at his cock. The color. The shape. Slightly curved, the head gleaming from my mouth, a drop of liquid glistening on the tip. I licked at it, taking him back between my lips. Using my tongue, I rolled it around the shaft, alternating flat swipes with curling my tongue and teasing the head. He gripped the arm of the chair with his free hand, holding it tight.
“Fuck, what are you doing?” he groaned. “That is fucking fabulous.”
I doubled my efforts. Followed his instructions and cupped his balls. Hollowed my cheeks and sucked him as deeply as I could. Listened to what made him grunt in pleasure, groan in ecstasy, and curse in abandonment. He never pushed on my head but guided me, his touch gentle and his voice gravelly. He loved it when I would curl my tongue and tease him. Suckle the crown then take him deep. His hips shifted, lifting him from the chair as he moved.
“Yes, baby. Like that. Jesus, you are good at this.” Then he suddenly tugged back. “Enough.”
I lifted my head, staring in surprise. “You don’t like it?”
He bent, lifting me back to his lap, slouching down and using his legs to spread mine open wide.