Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Now I can get to work.
I lay her out, body limp and satiated. For now.
I crawl between her thighs. Her pussy is still swollen from my dick. This time I’m going to make her come on my tongue.
“Worth,” she says, propping herself up on her elbows. “You don’t have to do that.”
I frown. “I want to,” I say.
She doesn’t look convinced. “Are you sure? I just—”
“Am I sure that I want to taste you, make you wet, feel you vibrate around my mouth, make you come? Yeah, I’m fucking sure I want to do all of that.”
She still doesn’t look like she’s convinced.
“It’s just…”
“What? You don’t like it?”
“I do, but I just don’t climax like that. I don’t want you to be offended.”
I can’t help but laugh. Partly because she’s being so goddamn polite, but partly because she’s very much mistaken. She’s going to come so hard, they’re going to hear it over at the Bellagio.
“Just relax. I don’t want you to come,” I say.
She slumps down onto the bed and I prop myself up from where I’m situated between her legs. “Do you hear me? No coming. If you dare come on my tongue, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you so hard, you’re not going to be able to walk down that aisle tomorrow, do you understand?”
She nods her head, and I settle back down between her thighs. I slip my hands under her ass, licking slowly up and down her folds, enjoying the way she shifts underneath me, half trying to resist, half wanting more. I circle her clit with my tongue, flicking and pressing before pushing deeper. I can taste her juices. She’s so wet, so slick under my tongue, across my chin. I’m growing hard against my stomach again.
I push my thumb into her and she moans, my fingers spreading her folds so I can get closer, deeper, have more of her. I twist and pull my hand, alternating fingers, pushing two in, curling and pressing, my tongue licking over and over and over. She’s writhing underneath me, the movements that started so small and unsure now growing into something primal. She’s losing control.
Her fingers grip my hair and she calls out my name. “Worth.”
I withdraw my fingers and my tongue. “I said no coming.”
“Worth. Please,” she begs.
She tries to grab my hair, but I dodge her. “Do you hear me, Sophia? No coming.”
She nods hopelessly.
I go back to work and she’s helpless in seconds. I feel her body tense, her back arch as she rocks her pussy against my face. Her breathing goes jagged and she tries to move away from me. She’s trying to resist her orgasm. But I want her to come. I want her to suffer the consequences. I’m going to fuck her so hard, she’s not going to be able to stand.
I pin her down, my palm flat over her lower stomach, holding her in place while I lick and suck until her entire body is vibrating as she climaxes on my tongue, just like she told me she couldn’t.
NINE
Sophia
Worth’s friends describe him as the kindest, wisest, most dependable man in New York.
I’ve discovered he’s all those things. He’s also the dirtiest.
I’ve never really enjoyed a man going down on me. In my previous experiences, the guys never knew what they were doing. They didn’t do it for long enough, and I always felt pressure to come two minutes ago—like slow-building pleasure was an inconvenience.
It’s not like that with Worth.
He instructed me not to come.
Instructed me. Commanding and domineering. It’s… unexpected.
I haven’t known him for long, but Worth doesn’t strike me as a man who commands anyone to do anything. He’s the ultra-polite guy who tips thirty percent and helps old ladies cross the street.
Except this Worth—bedroom Worth—isn’t polite at all.
He presses down on my lower stomach, and I gasp. What’s he doing? He’s sliding his fingers into me, his thumb rubbing against one part of me, his tongue on every other part. I’m lost in sensation.
His instructions were clear—I’m not to climax under any circumstances, but I don’t have a choice. He’s doing things to me I’m not sure are legal. There’s no way I can stave off the orgasm that’s been circling me for the last few minutes.
I take a deep breath, trying to give myself a few more minutes, but it doesn’t work. He needs to stop touching me like that. Stop doing the things he’s doing to me with his tongue.
The thought dissolves as soon as I have it. I don’t want him to stop anything. I want to stay like this, my legs around Worth’s neck for the rest of my life. I cry out. The pleasure is so intense, so deep, so enveloping, I can’t feel where I end and he begins.
I try to twist, to remove myself, to get out from underneath him so I don’t break my word and climax, but he’s got me pinned to the bed. There’s no escape.