Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“You want to get wasted with me?” He flashed a devious grin. “Well, tequila it is, then.”
Leo grabbed the shot glasses and the bottle, and we headed out back to enjoy our drinks on the deck overlooking the bay.
Within an hour, we were both pretty sloshed.
The next thing I knew, Leo had lifted me up in the air and was carrying me upstairs to his bedroom. Not only had the alcohol numbed all of my anxiety, it had sparked an adventurous side that didn’t otherwise exist.
“Tie me up, my lord,” I blurted as Leo threw me down on the bed.
He laughed. “You didn’t just say that.”
“I’m not sure which part you’re asking about. By the way, did it annoy you when I called you that?”
“From anyone else, it would have been annoying, but from you it’s kind of hot. Feel free to say it again, but I was actually referring to the tying you up part.”
“Can we play Lord Covington does bondage with the peasant girl?”
“You’re bad when you’re drunk, you know that?” He placed his knees on either side of my body and kissed my neck. “It brings out your devious side.”
I shrugged. “At least you can say you experienced both sides of me before we parted ways.”
“Don’t talk about that right now—my leaving.”
“What are you going to do if I defy you?”
“Let me guess…the right answer is tie you up?”
“Maybe.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Miss Dunleavy. I have no problem giving you exactly what you’re asking for and more. Especially the way I’m feeling right now.”
“I’m sort of curious about the ‘and more’ part.”
With a twinkle in his eye, Leo hopped off the bed and went to his closet. He returned with one of his ties.
“Lift your hands over your head,” he demanded. His eyes were dead serious, and a thrill shot through me. Leo placed the tie around my wrists and tied it in a knot. “I’d put something over your eyes, but I like looking in them too much.”
After he worked to slip my bikini off, he pulled his shorts down, leaving his glistening cock hanging in the air.
“What shall I do first?” he asked.
“Fuck my mouth.”
I’d only gone down on him one other time this weekend, a random moment when I snuck up on him in the bathroom. He’d been caught off guard and came in a matter of seconds.
“You discovered my weakness, didn’t you? Maybe I’ll last more than twenty seconds this time.”
I sat up a bit, with my hands still over my head, as Leo knelt before me on the bed and stuck his cock in my mouth. He groaned as his eyes rolled back, surrendering to the gratuitous pleasure as I took him all the way down my throat.
He suddenly pulled out and slid down. “Open your legs wide.”
Within seconds, he’d pushed himself inside, fucking me hard. I wished my hands were free so I could grab his hair, but there was something arousing about giving up that little bit of control.
“I’m going to fucking blow my load, Felicity,” he groaned. “Damn your pussy and the alcohol making me weak. But I know you’re not ready to come.”
Bending my head back, I panted, “Come on my chest.”
His eyes widened as he pulled out, jerking his thick cock until streams of hot cum shot all over my skin. It was simply breathtaking—the way his mouth fell open as he orgasmed and the sounds he made as he covered me.
“Untie me,” I begged, so incredibly turned on.
He did as I said, and the moment my hands were free, I brought them to my clit and circled it with my two middle fingers. Leo watched intently as I pleasured myself. It took a matter of seconds before the muscles between my legs contracted.
“Watching you do that with my cum all over you is just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He lay on top of me and slipped his tongue into my mouth as we once again fell into a deep kiss.
We found the tequila and stayed in our drunken state in bed for the remainder of the day.
The afternoon turned to evening, and we’d just finished having sex again when Leo slowly pulled out of me and said, “I love…fucking you so much.”
My heart nearly stopped. For a split second, I thought he’d told me he loved me. Would it have mattered that he’d said it while intoxicated? Likely not. But when he completed the sentence, I felt as much disappointment as I did relief.
Why would I want him to say those words anyway? Stupid.
The room spun a little, but I didn’t regret the tequila. It had done its job. I prayed that the thought of him loving me—or not loving me—would go away and forced my mind to something else.
Sinking into Leo’s silk sheets, I made another random drunken announcement.