Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
By the time he finishes, we’re squeezing one another’s hands so tightly it hurts.
Too soon, the meal is ending, and we’re still finishing an after-dinner glass of wine when Cassius leans close to me around the table. The restaurant is packed with other diners, but he makes sure to pitch his voice so that only I can hear.
“I hope you saved some room for dessert.”
I bat my eyes at him, grinning. “As long as you’re on the menu, I’ve always got room for more.”
He leans in to nip at my ear lightly, and I gasp as his teeth graze my sensitive skin. “Don’t worry, Manila. My appetite for you is utterly insatiable.”
After that, despite how delicious dessert was, I couldn’t wait to get the check. The limo, which met us outside the restaurant, having waited for us all throughout the meal, didn’t take us home. Instead, it drove us farther downtown, to the entrance of one of the most expensive hotels in the city.
“You didn’t,” I murmur, eyebrows rising, as he leads me through the front door.
“Checking in,” he tells the front desk without responding to me, though his hand tightens around mine, and his fingers caress the back of my palm. When he glances back at me, his eyes sparkle with mischief. “We have fun at my house,” he says once we enter the elevator, luckily alone, “But you haven’t lived until you’ve absolutely destroyed a hotel room by having hours of sex in it. Not to mention, I want you screaming loud enough to disrupt all of our neighbors…”
I swat his arm, but I’m also shivering with desire at the thought. Mm, hell yes. Make me scream, you naughty man…
9
We reach the top floor, our floor, in no time. The room is gorgeous, of course, and well decorated. But I barely have time to register anything before he’s throwing me against the wall, pinning me to it while his hands rake over my sides, pressing hard through the thin fabric of my dress.
“I’ve been waiting all night to tear this off of you,” he growls. I lift my arms, and he pulls the dress off in seconds, impatient. Underneath, I’ve worn matching lingerie, a set he’s never seen before, that I was saving for a special occasion. To judge by the hungry light that flares in his eyes as he cups my breasts through the lacy bra, I made the right call wearing it tonight.
He kisses me, hot with need, and then draws back to gaze into my eyes for a moment. “You are so damn sexy, Manila, do you know that?”
“You definitely make me believe it,” I murmur, my eyes raking over his body. I reach for his belt, start to undo his pants. “Let me taste you,” I whisper.
He steps back, spreading his hands to allow me access. To let me do whatever I want to him. In one swift motion, I yank his pants to the floor, and push his boxers down after them. That cock of his, that glorious, gorgeous cock I love, springs free, already hard as hell.
I grin and drop to my knees in front of him. “I want you to fuck my mouth,” I say, as I lean in to kiss the side of his cock. He’s tense already, and groans faintly when my lips touch his sensitive skin.
“Your wish is my command,” he says when he has control of himself again.
I grin up at him. I’m not letting him maintain that control for long. He digs his hands into my hair, and I lick along the length of his cock, first one side, then the other, slow and teasing. He groans faintly, his hands tightening, pulling my hair until it’s almost painful. I love the sensation.
“God you have the sexiest little mouth,” he murmurs as I grip his cock in one hand and suck on his balls, rolling them around between my lips. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Having my balls in your mouth.”
I moan a little, and he tenses as the vibrations pass from my mouth to him. My fist tightens around the base of his cock, and my other hand slides up his thigh to scratch at his skin.
“Show me how hungry you are for my cock,” he says, his voice gone dark with command.
I part my lips and swallow him whole. For a moment, he lets me maintain control, easing into it, sliding back and forth on his length as I press his cock farther into my mouth, my tongue tracing the vein on the underside. I love the way he tastes, heady and masculine, all salt and hormones. I can smell his lust, and it’s driving me wild, getting me wet before we’ve barely started.
“Look at me, Manila,” he says, and I tilt my head to meet his eyes as I keep sucking his cock. He thrusts deeper into my mouth, almost to the back of my throat, his eyes on mine the whole time, hot with desire. “You are so fucking hot.” His voice is throaty, tight.