Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“Just because I’m vanilla doesn’t mean I get to be judgmental.”
“Oh, my little doll, you are far from vanilla,” he counters, abandoning the unopened bottle back in the bucket. “You’re everything I want you to be.” Elias transitions to the space on the ground between my legs, settles back on his hunches, and gingerly parts my thighs. “Everything I need you to be.”
My fingers absentmindedly wiggle, torn between helping him inch my dress up higher and pushing his frame away.
“You are my most lovely creation,” his purr is followed by his greedy mouth pressing lightly against the thin underwear he’s making me soak. “Mine.”
I whimper his name in both a protest to stop and a plea for more, “Elias…”
“Mmm,” he hums hard, vibrations tickling my fabric covered clit, “call me sir.”
Titillating tingles trample up my spine while my hip slightly thrust towards his open mouth. “Sir.”
“Very good, little doll.” The reward is a light stroke from his tongue. “Continue speaking.”
“There are,” my breath struggles to steady while his adds to the delicious torment, “people…Um…people are around. And um…,” an additional lick is stolen delaying the rest of my sentence a moment longer so that I can release an airy moan, “all they have to do is…um…”
“Keep. Walking,” he growls, nose rolling around the dampening area. “Or I suppose watch if they like.”
“Watch?!”
Elias gives a teasing suck to the sopping wet lace material prior to peering up at me. “Which boat?”
“Huh?”
“Which boat?”
My spinning mind desperately tries to settle in order to understand what it is I’m being asked. “Which boat what?”
“Which boat,” Elias tauntingly begins in between occasional nips at my underwear, “do you think will win this evening?”
Knowing absolutely nothing about them, I choose the best way I possibly can. “Coco’s Revenge.”
“Why?”
“The name has a kickass ring to it.”
“Very well then.”
“Very well then, what?”
“I plan to make you come before Persinette beats Coco’s Revenge.”
His arrogance is so damn delicious I wish I could taste it off his tongue. “What makes you so confident, sir?”
“Persinette is my yacht.” Elias allows his thumb to caress my slit, threatening to tear my hooded glare from his.
Of course, he has a fucking yacht.
What doesn’t my billionaire have?!
“While we wait for the race to begin,” he applies just enough pressure to have my toes curling in my heels, “answer me this. Do you believe I have some sort of deep, dark secret that I have yet to reveal to you regarding my particular desires?”
“I don’t know…”
“You do, little doll.” The narrowing of his gaze gets my heart racing even faster. “Do not make me punish you for lying, instead of please you for allowing me to monopolize your entire evening.”
I slightly moan my objection to having this discussion at the same time my lower half mindlessly moves to the gentle teasing motions that are putting me on the edge of a precipice. “You’re cheating, sir.” A louder whimper reverberates around our cabana. “The race hasn’t even started, and you have a head start.”
“I’m not giving you head quite yet,” he hungrily grumbles and provides a savage suck to my stiff nub. The action gets me desperately humping the air where his mouth just was and my fingers tugging at my own hair in an attempt relieve some of the building pressure. “I’m simply having the conversation you wished to have but could not seem to eloquently present.” His thumb gently rolls around my clit the way I want – no, need his tongue to. “Answer my question.”
He asked a question?!
Elias’s slick digit gets working faster causing me to tip my mouth to my chin to beg him to forget this conversation.
The race.
To screw the challenge of making me come first and just screw me instead.
Hell, I don’t even care who’s watching or hears at this point.
Let. Them.
“Fetish,” my torturer recalls, finger inching me closer and closer to the orgasmic cliff dead ahead. “You referred to my choices as fetishes.”
Yup, I knew that term bothered him.
“Do you believe these stem from something I am not telling you?”
I can hardly answer at an audible level, “Yes.”
“What are you envisioning?” There’s a small pause to the stroking that causes me to stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my head to focus on him. “You stop talking, and I stop touching. Understood, little doll?”
A hasty nod is immediately given.
Elias skirts the dripping digit around the edge of my panties to skate along my slippery outer lips. “Tell me what you are envisioning to be the dark and dubious reason for my choices.”
“Alright,” more airy huffs of ecstasy flutter through the air, “I think it’s not really that crazy. Like you were just a teen doing some…some um…” the single finger that’s slipped inside instantly has my walls attempting to milk it like his cock, “researching on the internet and you just…um…stumbled upon a porn…” his sexual stabbing speeds up, “and uh… maybe it was your first porn? And the chick had really, really long hair?”