Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I began to move my mouth back and forth in a pumping motion, letting my tongue lick the tip before sliding it back inside. I could hear his breathing and feel his body shaking.
“Holy shiiiit,” he groaned and began to pant. “Fuuuuck, baby, suck it.”
He started to move his hips in rhythm with my mouth. His moaning was getting louder, and each sound sent a shock of pleasure to my core. The wetness soaked through my panties, and I could feel it on my thighs.
“That mouth on my dick,” he groaned. “Hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
His right hand left the wall, and he grabbed the back of my head. “Yes, that’s it. Suck it.” His hand trembled. “I’m gonna come.” His voice shook. “Do you want it?” he asked me.
Our eyes met, and I nodded once, taking him deeper into my mouth.
“Christ!” he yelled. “GAHHHHH!” His hips jerked, and his release coated my throat.
I swallowed and continued until I felt him go weak, his knees slightly buckling.
When I moved away and started to stand, his eyes watched me. I licked my lips and smiled. That had been fun. Having Blaise’s pleasure completely in my control was something I was going to want to do again.
The corner of his mouth lifted. “You liked that.”
I nodded.
“I’m trying not to dwell on the fact that you suck dick like a fucking porn star. I don’t want to know how you learned to do that.” His gaze darkened.
“What would you say if I told you that yours was the first one I sucked and I’d learned it from watching porn?” I replied, surprising myself that I’d admitted it.
I had been curious when I started dating, and my dad was not someone I wanted to ask about sex. So, I had gone on the internet and found that porn was very informative.
Blaise shook his head slowly. “Fucking hell. When I think I can’t get more addicted to you, you do and say shit to prove me wrong.”
He reached for me and pulled me against his chest. His hand cupped my face as he stared down at me and caressed my bottom lip with his thumb.
“This is mine. All of it. I’ll die before I let you leave me,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
The possessiveness of that comment should have terrified me. Warning flags should have gone off. Instead, I wanted more of him. I wanted to sink into this world of his and get so wrapped up in this man that I could never leave. I didn’t want to leave. I could think of nothing that he could do to make me leave him.
Was this love? Or was it obsession? Or were they the same?
If I had known what was to come, would I have still felt this way?
Twenty-Eight
It was almost a week before Blaise took me back to Moses Mile. In that week, I had come to realize I wouldn’t be staying at Moses Mile. Moving in with Blaise seemed too quick, but what we were doing wasn’t a normal relationship. We weren’t dating. We had skipped that step completely. We’d gone from enemies to lovers so quickly; there was nothing in between. The Houstons didn’t seem to mind my staying with Blaise.
Melanie had called to see how I was and asked if she needed to bring me anything. The way she had talked, it was easy for me to think this was acceptable behavior. Even if deep down, I knew it wasn’t. However, I’d never been in love. I had never had stability. My life had been something where I woke up every day with the mindset to fight through it and survive.
Being with Blaise, I never felt that way. Security and safety for someone who had lived a life like mine were powerful things. I didn’t want to let it go. The bubble we were living in couldn’t remain though. He had a life outside his house, and I needed to get one too. However, when I had mentioned getting a job, he’d shut me down immediately.
I was waiting to broach that subject again. Preferably when he couldn’t throw me back and make me forget everything with his very talented tongue. Today was a good thing for us. I was going to stay at Moses Mile for three days while Blaise went to New York on ranch business. There was a horse there that Hughes Farm wanted, and he was going to make the deal. He had only agreed to let me stay with the Houstons if I would pack up everything I had there and move it to his house when he returned.
Melanie had been thrilled I was coming to stay when we spoke on the phone. She didn’t mention Saxon, and I’d not spoken to him since the day in his kitchen when Huck showed up. I missed him and Trev. They had become my friends, and it seemed unfair that I couldn’t keep in contact with them. I’d mentioned it to Gina, and she’d informed me that, for now, it was for the best. Trev and Blaise had a very complicated relationship. I had already known that.