Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Then you’re going to know what it’s like for a man to tell you exactly how this is going to go, no questions asked.” I’m not touching her, no fucking way, but I will make sure she gets what she’s so clearly after.
“King.” Her blonde hair falls down her shoulders towards her lower back, usually worn straight, but today it’s got some kind of wave to it.
“I’m not touching you, Tessa. You want what you’re so desperate to receive, it’s on my terms.” Doing what I told her, my hands go to the glass window, palms pressing against it. If I were to place them on her body, I’d really be going to hell. As it is now, anyone could figure out what the two of us are doing in my office. Tessa would be the one to take the brunt, her body hiding mine, but I’m hopeful that with us being in the second story of my house, no one would be the wiser.
“Whatever you want, however you want.” Her lips are a bright cherry red, more vibrant than normal, whether that’s from the way she’s been biting them or drinking something, I’m not sure. What I do know is that it’s torture not allowing myself the pleasure of tasting them.
“If that’s the case, no touching. That means your hands stay on your body and mine are going to stay right where they are.” I take a deep breath of the intoxicating scent of warm spun sugar with vanilla. “Spread your legs, temptress.” I watch as she does as I demand. The desire I could smell is in plain sight. The light blue fabric pressed against the folds of her center is drenched. Add in the fact that her nipples are pebbled beneath a flimsy excuse of a top, and I should be fucking thrilled that she’s up here with me instead of downstairs with everyone else. And I would be if there weren’t something that has me holding back.
“Kingston.” Her eyes flutter shut, chest heaving, and for right now she’s mine.
“Untie your top. Show me what you’ve been all but dying to give me, tempting me when you know better, making me want something you and I both know we shouldn’t be starting.” My voice comes out rough. The pulsing of my cock pressed behind the zipper of my jeans isn’t helping any either. Tessa pulls the string at the back of her neck, allowing it to fall, giving me the viewing pleasure of her heated flesh, puckered nipples, and the way she rocks those hips has me rethinking this no-touching business.
“Please touch me, King, please.” I shake my head. I’m going to have this moment right here seared into my brain for all fucking eternity, but there’s no way in hell I’m touching her.
“My way or no way, Tessa, that’s the rules. You came to me. Now, are we doing this or not?” I bet we only have ten more minutes before others start wondering where we are.
“Fine, but one day soon, I’m going to wear you down.” The temptress she is, little does Tessa know she has been for months now. I’ve barely been able to hold myself at bay when it comes to her visiting in the afternoons.
“We’ll see about that. Show me how you get yourself off, temptress.” Yesterday, her tits were pressed against my front as she used an excuse to shimmy her way through the open patio doors. Tessa’s eyes catch mine, while one hand cups her tit, pushing it up until her tongue sneaks out to lap around the nipple, the other sliding down to the front of her bathing suit bottom. “Keep going. I’m going to hear how you say my name when you come late at night in your bedroom, trying to be quiet so no one hears my name tumble from your lips.” I watch as a tremble works its way up her body, deft fingers sweeping over her clit, wishing like hell it were my tongue working her up.
“King.” Her voice quivers, so close to coming. My hands clench in a fist while still staying on the window, knowing that if I touch her, it’ll be to my own demise.
“Show me, temptress.” Her feet move to the back of my thighs, trying to pull me closer. I lock my knees because there is no fucking way I can hold back for too much longer.
“Kingston.” My name is like a prayer leaving her lips, and I’m the man willing to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness for what I’m about to do.
“Dad, have you seen Tessa? We’re about to cut the cake.” A heavy knock hits my office door, jarring me away from the vision in front of me.
“Don’t say a word. I’ll take care of it.” My hand clasps around her wrist, pulling it away from her center. “I haven’t. I’ll be right down. Just finishing up a call,” I respond to my daughter as I wrap my tongue around Tessa’s fingers, tasting them. I’m taking too much time, but sometimes, these things can’t be rushed, like tasting forbidden fruit as I am right now. It’s a taste I’ll likely never forget even if I can’t have her the way I want.