Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“God, you smell good,” he growls and bites my hip bone as he kisses my inner thigh.
“I smell like—oh, fuck—like a goddamn farm.”
“You smell like you.” He shoves my panties aside and the look on his face is pure bliss. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I couldn’t wait.”
“Ford—”
He licks me bottom to top, parting my lips with his tongue to find my clit and rolls around it in delicious circles, and I am absolutely fucking done. I grab his hair and push him tighter as he licks me, sucking me and lapping me up, using my clit and driving me absolutely wild. He drops lower, slides his tongue inside of me and groans, and that noise is the most sensual thing I’ve heard. I think of him in bed with me stroking his cock, that delicious slick sound as his palm works his shaft, except now the sound is his tongue on my pussy, and the bliss that rips down my spine is nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“Delicious,” he moans as he slides two fingers deep inside of me. “Now taste yourself.” He kisses me and I lick his lips, lapping up my juices, moaning as he fucks me deep with his hand. His palm and thumb grind against my clit and his fingers move in faster and faster, soaking wet and incredible, and I grinding my hips against his as I moan into his mouth. He kisses my neck, my breasts, and drops down between my legs again. His fingers keep moving, in and out as he licks my clit faster and faster. “I want to taste you come.”
“This isn’t—fuck—what I expected—oh my god.” My back arches and my head feels like it might explode. “Shouldn’t we be quiet? Can’t your driver hear?”
“My driver is being paid three times his normal salary right now to circle the block until I’m finished with you. My driver will happily let me come down your throat a dozen times if that’s what I want.” He stares at me like that’s exactly what he’s about to do, and the idea of letting him use me that way as his fingers keep sliding in and out— “Fortunately, the divider is soundproof and this car has very good shocks.”
Fuck, the bliss hits me hard and I grab his hair. “Please,” I moan. “Keep going.” I whimper as he licks and sucks and fucks me, the sounds are delicious, the feelings are incredible, and I’m peaking, I’m peaking, my muscles tense and my toes curl, and I come, I come so hard it’s like I’m breaking. He keeps on going, lapping me up and sucking me and fucking me with those incredible hands, and I’m in messy heaven as I finish and he takes me through it until I’m all done.
I collapse back, panting hard and sweating. He licks me like he wants to get every drop and finally comes up to push his fingers in between my lips. I moan, whimper, suck them clean, and look into his eyes.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “That’s why I couldn’t wait.”
“Fuck, Ford. You could’ve just… said I looked good. That’s all I wanted.”
“And this is what I wanted.” He leans back and stares at me. I’m dripping wet and my head’s buzzing and my clothes are all askew. “You look beautiful, Katherine. You look absolutely stunning.”
“Stop,” I say, blushing, and adjust my panties and start pulling up my jeans.
But he stops me. He kisses me and leans back. “I want to look at you a second longer.”
“Why?” I don’t move though. His gaze is erotic and intoxicating.
“Because when I get home I’m going to stroke myself until I come thinking about exactly how you look right now.”
Without thinking, I grab my phone and toss it to him. He catches it, head cocked. “Take a picture and send it to yourself. Hurry up before I change my mind.” I’m blushing like mad and this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
He raises the camera slowly and taps the screen. “Perfect,” he whispers.
I get myself dressed. When I’m done, he hands me back the phone, and I check to make sure the photo went to him and only him. When he calls up to the driver to tell him to head back to the apartment, I quickly delete it, feeling vulnerable and crazy and stupid, but good.
Insanely good.
The chemistry between us in undeniable. I want him and he wants me, and I don’t know what’s holding me back. There are no sharks, no piranhas, only the ones I’ve invented to keep people at a distance because I’m so terrified everyone in my life is out to hurt me.
That’s all I’ve ever known. Pain, and shame, and self-hatred.
Except with Ford.
“Are you going to run away this time?” I ask him when we ride the elevator up to the apartment.