Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I grab the massage oil from the drawer in my nightstand and pour a generous amount into my palm. Her head turns toward me, and she watches what I’m doing with peaked interest. When I come back around to her side of the bed, her head turns again.
Her watchful eyes never leave me, and now curiosity has turned to excitement.
Sitting down on the bed next to her, I rub my hands together to warm up the oil before planting my palms on her back. As soon as I start massaging her shoulders, she lets out a quiet, breathy moan. A sound that somehow has a direct line to my dick. Fuck. I must enjoy torturing myself.
Her muscles are stiff, her body tense, but the more I work my fingers into her flesh, the more she relaxes, sinking deeper into the mattress.
“I told you, you were gonna like this.”
“It feels really good,” she murmurs, turning to putty in my hands.
When her upper body is thoroughly massaged, I move lower to her legs, running my hands over her naked ass as I go. I expect her to tense back up, maybe even squeeze her ass cheeks together, but instead, she moans into the pillow. So trusting, if only she knew the things my hands had done. The death that coated them. Would she still want them on her?
Arching her back, she pushes her perfect globes into my palms. She probably doesn’t even realize the invitation she is sending my way, which makes me want her all the more.
“I guess you want a full body massage?”
“Mmhh…”
“Is that a yes?” I ask, massaging the insides of her thighs. Her sweet little pussy grinds against the mattress, seeking relief that it doesn’t understand, that only I can give it.
“Yes, don’t stop,” she pleads, jerking her hips as I move closer to her center. The bedsheet is damp beneath her, and her sweet arousal coats the insides of her thighs, dripping like honey from her pussy.
I lick my lips. I want a taste, a bite. I want to devour, to feel her pulse around my tongue. Going down on women has never appealed to me, but I want Elena so bad I can feel it in my fucking bones, feel it in every thud of my heartbeat.
I can’t claim her with my cock yet, but I can claim her with my mouth. Using finesse, I grab her by the leg and roll her onto her back.
A shocked gasp slips past her lips, and her green eyes meet mine, a bashful look overtaking her features. I drink her in, her perky breasts, which rise and fall, the hardened dusky pink nipples begging to be sucked and pinched.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I ask gruffly.
The air between us grows heated, and I can feel the electrical current zinging through me. We’re two magnets of opposite attraction. We shouldn’t want each other, but there isn’t any other way. In every way, she is mine.
“Yes,” she replies with far more trust in her eyes than she should have. I’d warned her before, told her if she gave me each an inch, I would take everything. Doesn’t she know the devil is standing before her or is she no longer afraid?
Moving between her legs, I brush a gentle hand against her knee, pushing her legs up and apart. I can’t help myself, the beast inside me has been chained for far too long. My gaze drops to her mound, and my mouth starts to water.
Her pussy lips are mainly bare, except for a small strip of hair in the center. I don’t think as I move a hand between her legs and spread her folds, finding the diamond in the center. Her tiny clit begs to be sucked, flicked, and tortured just as it’s torturing me.
“What are you doing?” Elena questions breathlessly. Looking up at her from between her legs, I find that she’s pushed herself up onto her elbows and is watching me, her eyes big, curious, and dilated. She wants this, and she wants it just as badly as me.
“Eating you. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue like I want to fuck you with my dick,” I say, and then bury my face in her pussy.
I lick that tiny bead, flicking my tongue over it, again and again, sucking up every drop of arousal until Elena starts to lift her hips, and her hands sink into my hair, holding me in place, her nails cutting into my scalp, egging me on.
Her muscles clench, and her legs shake, but if she thinks I’m done with her yet, she is very mistaken. I haven’t even started.
“Julian,” she moans my name, and I swear cum leaks from the tip of my cock and into my boxers. Fuck, it would be so fucking easy to shove my pants down and fuck her right now.