Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Fuck, that mouth. Goddamn, I’m deep in there. You’re incredible.”
His praise went straight to her head and her clit. She sucked hard as she drew him from her mouth, then bobbed down again. Over and over, she blew him in earnest, loving every groan and curse he couldn’t contain. Each time she caught sight of his white knuckles clinging to the sheets, her need grew. After a few moments, the ache between her legs became too much to bear. She threw one of her legs over him, straddling his thick thigh. As she sucked and licked him to distraction, she ground down on his thigh.
Yes.
The delicious pressure felt wonderful. She increased her speed and sucked him harder.
“Oh fuck,” he shouted. “You riding my thigh? You love sucking my cock, don’t you?”
She hummed her agreement.
“You’re soaking my damn leg. So fucking hot. Ride it. Make yourself come as you swallow my cock.”
His filthy ramblings did the trick. She moved fast on his leg as she continued to bob on his shaft. It didn’t take long for her lower belly to coil and her skin to tingle with delight. Kelsie dove down on his dick, eager for both of them to find what they needed. He hit the back of her throat with a guttural cry. She swallowed, and he shouted, “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill your mouth.”
The warning came one second before he spurted down her throat with another harsh yell and a bowing of his back. Kelsie allowed the taste of his release to hit her senses before she swallowed him down.
As soon as he softened in her mouth, she sat up straight, still rocking over his thigh, and shoved her hand into her panties. Three quick strokes to her clit had her crying out and shuddering as the orgasm slammed into her.
She hadn’t touched herself since the kidnapping, but being with Ty let her reclaim this gift as well.
His gaze bounced between her face and her working hand as he watched her pleasure herself. When the fatigue hit, she collapsed on his chest.
He wrapped her up in his strong arms and kissed the top of her head. “I’m not sure which was better, the blow job or seeing you get yourself off. I’m gonna have to have a repeat of both to make an educated decision.”
A weak chuckle was all she could muster. Her bones had turned to Jell-O.
“You good?” he whispered against her hair.
“Oh yeah, I’m—” A thump from somewhere in his house had her tensing.
“What the fuck?” he murmured, tightening his grip.
“Ty? Babe, it’s me. I’m here.”
Kelsie froze, not even daring to breathe at the sound of a woman very familiar with Ty and this home.
Was he involved with someone? Holy shit, she hadn’t even asked. Hadn’t considered it. Her stomach took a nosedive at the same time Ty said, “Oh, fuck no.”
She lifted her head and stared down at him.
Shaking his head, Ty cupped her face. “No. Whatever you’re thinking right now, it’s wrong. That’s my ex-wife. I did not invite her, and I do not want her here. There isn’t a goddamn bit of anything between us anymore. Okay?”
Was that the truth? After what he’d told her about his ex—what was her name? Trisha? Tina?—she wanted to believe him, but could she?
“You’re the only one who knows what she did to me. I fucking swear to you, this is not expected or wanted. I will get rid of her.”
Well, she’d trusted him this far, and he hadn’t let her down. “Okay.”
“Let me go out and give her the boot. You wait here.”
She frowned as she rolled off him. Was he ashamed of her being in his bed?
“I’m not trying to hide you.”
Could this man read her mind? He seemed to know her fears before she voiced them.
“She’s an evil bitch who you don’t want to know. You don’t deserve to be around her toxicity.”
“Ok—”
The door swung open.
“The fuck, Trina?” Ty shouted as he grabbed the sheet, hauling it up over Kelsie.
She still wore his shirt and her panties, but only that, and appreciated the attempted privacy.
“Get the fuck out!”
“Well, well, well,” a nasally, near whiny voice said. “Looks like I’m late to the party.”
“Get the fuck out.”
Instead of listening, the woman chuckled and leaned against the door frame. “Robbing the cradle, Ty?” she tutted. “I had no idea you liked ’em so young.”
Kelsie narrowed her eyes. The only word she could think to describe the woman who’d barged in uninvited was garish. She wore a metallic gold miniskirt, fishnet stockings, gold high heels, and at least five gold necklaces. A fire-engine red crop top completed the outfit. Her long, bleach-blonde hair hung down past her breasts in bouncy curls. She was stick-skinny with overly large boobs and nails longer than Kelsie’s thumb.
Was this what Ty was into?