Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“I’m—I’m not…”
Fuck.
What am I?
I do feel naughty.
But, goddess?
The fire in his eyes fuels my fantasy.
Maybe I am a goddess. I’m going with yes on that for the moment.
He kisses me and the entire world seems to explode around us. If he wasn’t holding me, I’m sure I’d melt into the floor.
His tongue presses through my lips, warm and greedy with the lingering taste of the coffee he was sipping as I ate.
He slips a hand down to take an entitled grip of my ass.
My nipples harden in response. His kiss is just like him, bossy and demanding, and apparently my pussy likes that sort of thing, because the pressure building downtown is equivalent to a Chernobyl meltdown.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to taste you and fuck you since I saw you sitting in the bar. The first second. The first breath. I was drooling for you.”
He runs a hand up and down my back, keeping the other one secured on my right ass cheek.
“Drooling?” I banter. “Sexy.”
“Yeah, it is fucking sexy. Bet your pussy is drooling all over your panties, isn’t it?”
I pause for a split second, considering what the hell I’m doing here. Kissing this mountain of a man with the dangerous eyes and the hand tattoos, listening to him talk about my drooling pussy.
I have no idea who he is besides a picture of him with the people in the photo.
“Remember, don’t lie to me. Ever.”
That bossy tone is back, and a part of me wants to dig in, cross my arms and tell him off, but my body betrays me with swirling heat as my pelvic muscles beg for more of whatever he’s offering.
He grinds that magnificent rocket of stiffness into my hip in response to my silence, the hand on my back jerking upward, gripping my throat. Gentle and dangerous at the same time, and it’s a heady concoction. More intoxicating than any drink I’ve ever had.
I whimper like a desperate schoolgirl as our mouths meet again, his talented fingers digging into my ass and my throat as our tongues wrap and explore.
My moans seem to draw out his own throaty groans and growls. They vibrate through me, and I can’t stop the stuttering whimpers that seep into our kiss.
He breaks away, leaving me panting as his lips meet my ear. The hand that was on my ass is tugging the hem of my dress almost to my waist, and I feel his fingers lighting up the skin on my inner thigh before they brush against the slip of fabric between my legs.
“You’re in heat.” He breathes against my ear. “Say you’re in heat for me. I want to hear you say it. Need to hear you say it. Let me hear the words and I’ll give you what you need.”
“Wha—I—” I stutter, unsure and yet so sure... This stranger knows exactly what I need.
“You’re dripping through your panties, and I know that fuck you were with earlier isn’t the reason.”
Pressure from his fingers sliding between the elastic and my leg makes me shudder, my fingers clinging to his lapels like a life ring in a tsunami.
I arch into him as he explores, the tip of a finger teasing at my opening, my mouth wide, brain offline.
“Pretty little untouched peach you’ve saved for me. Trust me when I tell you, this cherry is going to be popped. By me. In my bed. Sweet drooling little cunt needs what only I can give her.” His tongue laps around the edge of my ear as his fingers rock my world. “My cock is going to stretch this little virgin pussy to fit me. Only me. You get that?”
He plays my clit like a Stratovarius, pushing me over the edge. I’m off and bucking against his hand as he says things about my cunt, my juices, and his tongue.
There are no actual thoughts happening between my ears.
Everything that’s happening right now is between my legs, but there’s no doubt he’s claiming me.
His mouth covers mine as my pleasure scream tears from my throat, surely echoing out into the dining room and probably through the front door onto the street.
I’m lost in this velvety red vortex of my climax. Long, hard waves moving through me until I melt against the wide hardness of his torso, my body trembling as I look up to find the slightest smile curving those sexy lips.
“God...” It’s all I can manage as he tugs my dress up around my hips with a grunt, then with the swiftness and grace of a gazelle, he’s peeled off my panties and positioned my butt up on the desk behind me.
“Time for my dessert.” He runs his hands down the front of my dress, gripping my tits as he starts to push me back. “There’s no panna cotta or tiramisu or Crème Brule that could compete with this pretty, pink sweetness.”