Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I can't seem to get her out of my mind, and I know how dangerous that is. I know what it could mean, and although I've fought against it as much as I can, I'm still standing in her guest bathroom, steam from the shower swirling around us as I lower my lips to her skin and suck the tip of her nipple into my mouth.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and instead of shoving me away, she's pulling me closer. This woman is addictive, a firecracker waiting to explode, and I'm loving every fucking minute I get with her, even when she's barking and nipping at me like an angry dog protecting its territory. If anything, that turns me on the most.
With my mouth still latched on her breast, I shove down the sleep pants she's wearing, gripping a nice handful of each ass cheek. I swear I could lift her up, press her back to the wall, and shove my cock right into her tight pussy.
"Join me in the shower, baby," I say instead because I came straight here after work instead of back to the hotel to bathe.
My bag was packed this morning because although I had no real plan, I knew I wasn't going back to another horrific night at that damn hotel.
"Quit calling me baby," she mutters as she tangles her fingers with mine and follows me into the shower.
I don't agree with her command. Instead, I opt to lick my way up her neck.
As much as I complained about the bodywash that she has in here, I reach for it when I take a step back.
She looks disappointed as I lather the soap in my hands, but before she can complain, I press my suds-covered palms to her shoulders.
She swallows, her eyes darting away as I run my hands over her skin, washing her breasts before moving to her stomach.
"This is... very intimate," she says, and I can hear the strain in her voice.
"I'm enjoying the hell out of it," I assure her as I lower myself in front of her and lift one leg, running the soap up her ankle and calf before moving to her thigh.
I stare at the center of her body, my mouth watering with how slick she looks, and it has nothing to do with the water cascading over her skin.
"You seem to be enjoying it too," I whisper, a little entranced at the sight of her.
I look up, watching when the transformation happens, seeing the second she transitions from the shy woman, who is a little uncomfortable with her perfect weight, to the woman filled with confidence and need, strong enough that she's not afraid to ask for what she wants.
I circle her thigh, hands wandering aimlessly as I lock eyes on the hand she runs down the middle of herself. All I can do is lick my lips when she continues that reach and dips the tips of two fingers into her pussy. The arousal clinging to it nearly drives me insane, but when she presses those slick fingers to my lips, I'm a fucking goner for this woman.
I lock my eyes with hers as I suck her fingertips, gripping her wrist and holding it in place when she shifts to pull it away.
"Mmm," I groan when the spicy taste of her coats my tongue, ignoring the hint of soap that accompanies it. "And here I thought you weren't going to offer me dinner."
I press my face forward, urging her leg up over my shoulder, and dive right into the most delicious thing I've ever had the luxury of tasting.
I lap at her skin, suck her clit into my mouth, and cover her pussy with licks, nips, and kisses. It's utter perfection. She's fucking perfect in the noises she makes and the way she clings to my shoulders as if she might fall if I weren't holding her up. She's depending on me for her safety as well as the orgasm I can already feel building in her body when I shove my tongue as deep inside of her as it can go.
I groan, my pleasure in being able to do this clear in the noises I'm making. My heavy cock hangs between my legs, flexing with irritation at being left untouched, but I know better than to reach for the damn thing.
"Mac," she says abruptly. "Stop."
I immediately pull my head back, water dripping into my eyes when I look up at her.
"What's wrong?"
She shakes her head as she urges me to stand.
"Nothing."
"Something," I argue.
She looks away.
"Don't get shy on me now, baby."
She glares at me, and my lip twitches with the realization that she's already told me to stop calling her that once.
"Tell me," I urge. "Tell me what you need."
"I want..."
"Whatever it is, it's yours," I promise.