Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
She unwinds herself from my body, stretching her legs to the floor. I set her down and she practically skips to her nightstand, rolling open the top drawer. With a triumphant smile, she pulls out a box eight times the size of mine.
Jesus Christ, I don’t even know what to say. What a way to show me she’s ready for her next lesson.
Her lips curl devilishly. “I’ve got you covered.” She winks. “So to speak.”
Awkward laughter eases out of me. It’s a fucking box of condoms, not a key to her apartment. Wait—she gave me the combination to her keypad, so technically I do have the key to her place.
“Twenty-four? That’s a lot of lessons,” I tease, picking up the box.
“Well, I know you’re a thorough teacher.”
That I am. I scan the box again. “Elite large, huh?” She bought them all for me. Not someone else.
“For the longer and wider man.” She stretches her hands in front of her like she’s measuring a wooden beam, not a dick.
I capture her around the waist and boost her onto the bed, so she’s standing in front of me, nipples almost level with my mouth. I seal my lips over one and suck hard.
“Oh!” she gasps and digs her fingers into my shoulder, the sharp pressure easing knots of tension from riding for so long.
I release her nipple and stare up at her face. “Your hands feel good on me.”
“I like touching you.” She tips her head down, a slight frown creasing her brow. Can she see my back from that angle? Do I even care anymore? I think I could talk about my scars with her if she asks.
“Margot?” I run my hands underneath her shorts, up silky-smooth thighs. “I’m dying to kiss your sweet pussy.”
She drags her fingers through my hair, sending pleasure skittering over my scalp. “You’re supposed to be teaching me to be good at sex.”
“This is all part of the lesson.” I tug on the sides of her slippery little shorts and slide them down her legs, hissing in a breath when I encounter nothing underneath. “Fuuuck,” I groan at the sight of her.
She shifts, trying to cover her pussy with her hands.
“No.” I capture her wrists and pin them to her sides. “Don’t you dare try to hide. You’re beautiful. I want to see all of you. I’ve fucking missed you. Been thinking about you non-stop.”
“Really?” she whispers.
“Yes, look.” I hold up my right hand for her inspection. “I’ve got callouses on my hand from jerking off every time I think about you coming on my tongue.”
“What?” She giggles and grabs my hand as if she believes every word. I’m not exaggerating by much. Mostly, I’m trying to tell her there wasn’t anyone else while I was on the road. I’ve only been thinking about her.
“Don’t deny me.” I lean in and kiss her belly. “I can’t wait to touch, lick, taste, and look at every inch of your body tonight.”
Why am I revealing so much about myself when she still wants me to get her primed to find another dude to fuck?
As happy as she is to see me and all the care she took before I got here, I don’t think her objective has changed. “Any man worth your time...” I quickly clear my throat. “Any man you want to keep, should want to worship your body, Margot. You’re the prize. Don’t forget that.”
I pull her shorts off the rest of the way, bending to untangle them from her feet, and her scent washes over me like a baptism—ocean air and honey.
Sliding my hand up her inner thigh, I reach her center and feather one finger along her slit. She gasps and clutches my shoulders for support as her legs tremble.
“Come on.” I guide her to the edge of the bed. “Lie back for me.” I kneel and slide her butt right to the edge, then hook her thighs over my shoulders.
I brush my nose against her inner thigh, inhaling her scent. She wriggles closer.
“Yes,” I encourage, pleased she seems so relaxed this time. I still don’t want to hurry. Pressing kisses to her thighs, I stop and run my tongue along her crease, enjoying the way she squirms. I sweep my knuckles against her slit and hum a satisfied noise. “You’re so wet for me.”
“I have been ever since your text came through.”
“Really?” Using my thumbs, I spread her and flatten my tongue against her slit. “Did you know how much I wanted to do this?” I drag my tongue against her in several long, deep licks.
Her shaky breaths and little whimpers are all the answers I need. My cock’s throbbing, desperate to finally be inside her. I reach down and tug the towel off and wrap my hand around my cock, squeezing hard at the base.