Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Beside me, he is calm and collected. But the energy radiating off him is that of need.
I quicken my pace, not too fast, just the perfect amount of friction and tempo to send streams of pleasure funneling through my veins. I sink my teeth into my lip and moan as the wave builds higher and higher inside me. My legs grow restless, and my breathing accelerates, my heart pounding because not only am I about to come but I am making myself come in front of the man I hate. Somehow that makes it so much hotter and exciting.
And forbidden.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Nico groans in my ear.
The girl on the bed lets out a cry as she comes, and my head drops back as my own orgasm crashes through every wall and every self-conscious doubt I’ve ever had about this situation, and spreads through me in a warm, sweet wave.
The cry that leaves me is almost alien as I’m swept away by a current of pleasure.
“Fuck,” Nico growls and slumps back against the velvet backrest. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Panting and high, I start to laugh.
But as I come back to reality, my laughter fades, and my half-lidded gaze falls to the peep show once again.
The man sits in the chair now, his large erection leaning against his belly as the girl kneels between his parted legs and slowly drags her tongue along his thigh. As she nears his groin, he takes his cock in his hand and begins to slowly stroke it, groaning as her tongue finds the soft skin of his balls.
A new wave of need pulses at my core. A need that has been growing since Nico burst into the changing room today.
I glance beside me. His legs are parted, his collar is open, and his hand is carved through his hair. My gaze drops to his erection straining against his zipper.
Seeing him as turned on as I am, a new urge takes over my common sense.
I stand and turn to face him. Fixing my gaze to his, I remove my dress and discard it, revealing my nakedness underneath. No bra. No panties. Only me in my birthday suit and a wicked pair of knee-high boots.
His eyebrows shoot up, and his throat works as he swallows, those dark eyes glued to mine, watching every move I make.
“Unzip your pants,” I demand.
He doesn’t question me. He unbuckles his belt and lowers the zipper.
“Take out your cock, Nico.”
He reaches into his briefs and pulls out his massive cock. Seeing the thick column of flesh in his big hand makes my mouth water and my body warm. He’s so virile. So fucking hard and ready.
Knowing I’m beyond the point of no return and no longer thinking about consequences, I look over my shoulder. Behind me, the woman sinks onto the man’s cock and begins to ride him.
Intoxicated with lust, I climb onto Nico’s lap and slide my thighs on either side of his hips, absorbing his scent and the heat of his body as I straddle him.
“I’m done with watching,” I whisper. “I want control.”
His dark eyes tell me there is no chance. He’ll relinquish control when aliens land.
But I’m determined. “You have me cornered, Nico. At least let me have this.”
The muscles in his jaw work, but he says nothing and reluctantly relinquishes control, dropping his arms to the side.
“Good. Now no touching until I say you can,” I say, and his eyes flare with warning.
He hates giving up control.
But it’s a delicious hate because he knows he’ll be rewarded.
He trembles as I take him in my hand and slide the thick head through my wet folds.
“Goddammit…” He hisses with pleasure as I brush the engorged head of his cock back and forth over my aching clit.
His breathing becomes labored, and his body grows restless. He’s dying to take control, to take me.
He begins to pant, and his fingers curl restlessly into the edge of the seat.
In one smooth move, I sink onto his rigid cock, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. A gasp escapes my parted lips, and I squeeze my eyes shut at the sensation of his cock filling me.
God, he’s so fucking big.
Impaled, I don’t move. Instead, I meet his gaze and find his eyes filled with heat and darkness. And need. So much need.
Not moving is sweet torture for both of us. But I know the reward will be mind-blowing.
My greedy hands stumble over the buttons of his shirt, and in my desperation to feel his flesh, I rip it open, sending buttons popping and revealing a chest colored with tattoos.
Without thought, my lips trail kisses across his inked skin, and Nico draws in a rough breath.
He tastes clean and warm, his golden skin hot to the touch. Groaning, I know I want more than just a taste.