Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
She wasn’t sure he knew his own might. In fact, he’d just revealed that quite a few cracks existed beneath his confident facade, and she was compelled to help fill them in. A blow job wasn’t the only way to do that—and dear God, she was about to complicate their relationship by a trillion percent, but in the dark of the bedroom, in the quiet midnight hour, when they were both dressed in very little clothing, tomorrow was an eon away.
Tallulah couldn’t slow down her intakes of breath as she unknotted the towel around Burgess’s waist and . . . she didn’t even get the chance to toss it aside, because her hand quite literally dropped it over the first look at Burgess’s sex. Without the burden of the towel, it swelled up toward his belly and stayed there, thick and broad and full. So full. Frustrated.
She walked forward on her knees and slowly wrapped him in her fist, watching his face as she stroked him up, down, up . . . and oh. God. Kneeling in front of this man was like kneeling in front of a king to pledge fealty, his thighs were so muscular, his chest heaving and beginning to perspire, his body in general so much bigger than hers. Bold. Striking. Strong.
“Please,” he gritted out. “Fuck. Only for a minute.”
Unable to wait a second longer, she leaned in and licked up the smooth, veiny side of his shaft, noting the way his thighs shuddered when she swirled her tongue around the bulbous tip. “Why only a minute?”
“My come will end up in your throat, Tallulah. That’s why.” His face screwed up, in obvious pain, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. “Ah Jesus, stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
He settled a hand on the top of her head, a sign of surrender, his body leaning back slightly to give her better access. “Like you’ve been dreaming about putting that beautiful face in my lap.”
Slowly, she teased her tongue side to side in his slit. “I have.”
“Goddamn. Me too. That’s why you need to stop.” His head fell back on a closed mouth moan. “Please, I’m barely holding on and you haven’t even sucked it yet.”
“Do you want me to?” she whispered, kissing the head. Lathing it with her tongue.
His stomach heaved up and down twice. “Yes,” he said through his teeth. “Just a couple of times. Hard and deep. Give me something to think about on the road while I’m beating off in my hotel room.”
In response to that guttural request, her clit throbbed. Insistently. It had been sensitive in her panties the entire time she was giving him the back massage, but now . . . ohhh. She couldn’t keep her right hand from dropping, rubbing the wet spot that had seeped through her panties. She closed her eyes and pictured Burgess naked in his hotel room bed, his fist slicking up and down his hard inches, his teeth buried in his lower lip, heels digging into the bed. The image turned her on so completely that she wasn’t even aware of how hard she’d started pulling on the stiff flesh in her mouth. Her left hand held him steady, her thumb sweeping up and down the underside where that vein lurked, throbbing so tellingly, while her mouth drew him in, in, in, to the back of her throat, moaning as she kept him there, then slowly releasing him, relishing the pop of him as he left the sanctuary of her lips.
“Motherfucker, that’s so good.” His fingers were tunneling in her hair now, his hips giving punctuated upward thrusts—and she loved him like this. Big, cocky royalty. “I can take one or two more just like that . . . fuuuuuck.”
“Why?” she whispered, lapping at him, her hand moving in quick strokes, marveling at the size and inflexibility of him. The firm set of his balls that lifted slightly and dropped down every time she pumped her fist. “Why stop at two?”
“You’re not leaving my bedroom unsatisfied, Tallulah. If you think I’d let that happen, you haven’t been paying attention.”
She tilted her hips up, so he could see her fingers massaging circles into the front of her panties. “I can satisfy myself. I just wanted this to be about you.”
His thumb brushed the curve of her cheekbone. “Satisfying you is for both of us.”
For some reason, that made her throat feel momentarily crowded and she panicked a little, because she’d run the gamut of feelings for this man tonight. Awe, protectiveness, lust. Now there was gratitude, connection . . . and she was scared to add more. Scared where it would lead, so she brought his shaft to the back of her throat again, again, again, continuing even when she choked on him and his fist started to shake in her hair.