Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
And if I’m going to be that girl, I’m not going to let him have all the fun. I lower my leg, taking back control of the dance, moving around him, giving him brief touch of my body, brushing my breasts against his chest and my ass against his cock. I hook my arms around his neck, bringing his face close to mine, but at the last second I let go, avoiding a kiss. Julian isn’t giving up either, whenever he can, running his hands across my skin, and I find myself smiling at him as we play our game. I tease him with almost kisses, even going as far as letting our lips touch before pulling away. Julian growls at me, and I laugh, because I feel powerful. I feel sexy. Like I fit in my skin for the first time in forever. Like the fact that I have a man this hot desperately trying to fuck me is something normal in my life.
Julian wraps himself around me, a hand on my stomach and another on my breasts as we move with the music. I press back into his erection and he groans. It makes me smile—I don’t need my hands to make him moan. I spin in his arms, reaching up on my tiptoes to his face, and I move to make him think I’ll kiss him, to back away before our lips meet. Julian’s crystal eyes darken, the lights in the club making them almost glow, and he locks his arms around me. I can’t back away. “Not this time,” he says just before his lips crash onto mine. It’s a glorious, breathless kiss that makes the world flash white lights and my body tighten with pleasure, and then it’s gone.
We’re off the dance floor before I can even recover from the fact that his mouth was on mine. He’s pulling me up the stairs of the balcony and into a door that blends into the wall, and suddenly we’re in an empty hallway, the music of the club a faint pulse on the other side of the door. “Such a tease,” he says, and then he’s kissing me again, our bodies crashing into the wall because it’s the only thing that will keep us standing. His kiss is consuming, sending shivers through my body and it’s like I’ve been waiting for this moment for forever. He pulls back an inch from my lips, just for a moment. “Tell me to stop,” he says, before kissing me again. I’ve undone the buttons on his shirt, and I run my hands down his chest, marveling at the way his skin feels on mine. I trace the definition in his muscles and let his warmth seep into me.
“Tell me to stop,” he says again.
“Why?”
Julian drags his mouth away from mine, and we’re both breathing like we’ve just run a race. “If you tell me to stop, I’ll let you go, and we’ll forget all of this. We’ll pretend it didn’t happen.” He reaches out, traces his mouth with his thumb, “but if you don’t tell me to stop, if you let me take you, everything is going to change. I know you feel it. And if you don’t walk away, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to bury myself so deep in you that you’ll never forget. I’m going to make it so you’ll never be the same.”
He’s right. I do feel it. Like something big is building under my skin. I know that if I let him fuck me I won’t ever be the same. But is that really a bad thing? Even if it’s just one night, I can’t ever see regretting this. And so I reach out to him, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to mine. Opening my mouth, I let his tongue dance with mine, and I groan. This is sheer possession. I’m going to let him take me, damn the consequences.
He lifts my top over my head in one fluid movement, exposing my breasts to the air, and then his hands are on them, squeezing them, thumbs rolling over my nipples. “I’ve been dying to suck on these all night,” he says. “Do you know what it does to a man, seeing nipples like these through a shirt like that?” He squeezes down on them, and I moan, words completely gone. “Knowing that they’re hard because of me, just begging for my tongue.”
He leans down, running his tongue across the top of my breast, leaving a streak of hot fire. His voice is low and warm. “And while I’m sucking on your tits, you’re going to imagine that I’m sucking on your clit, and by the time my head is between your legs you’re going to be begging for me to make you come.”