Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
A wicked smile flashes across her face before she slowly lowers herself to her knees. Enough with the seduction already—I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying it, choosing to watch her work my belt, licking her lips as she does.
Fuck. I don’t want this. It’s all wrong. I’m pretending again, the way I’ve been doing for too long. Acting like there’s anything right about this. I can’t force my heart to be in it.
Then again, who the hell cares about my heart when it’s my dick she’s pulling free from my shorts? “Let’s get this nice and hard,” she murmurs, her voice low and suggestive. With our eyes locked, she extends her tongue and runs it along the underside of my shaft. My nerves dance and sizzle, but not much else happens.
She tries again, again, holding me in one hand, running the other hand under my shirt, over my chest. Closing my eyes, I lean against the counter, focusing on the sensations. What the hell is wrong with me? I need to be in the moment, but I’m anything but. My thoughts are miles away.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Tiana’s voice is heavy with concern that sets my teeth on edge. “Is there something really bothering you? Or did you just have too much to drink?”
Fuck, this is humiliating. A rush of heat that has nothing to do with pleasure runs through me all at once. “It’s fine,” I tell her, looking down to find her frowning, slowly stroking me in hopes of getting me hard.
She’s all wrong. She’s not the girl I want to see on her knees right now, holding me in one hand. It’s not her eyes I want staring up into mine, full of so much promise.
I know exactly who I want here and now, and she’s the girl who has owned my every thought all day.
“There you go,” Tiana croons, but it’s Maya I see in front of me. Maya’s innocent, wide eyes. Her heart-shaped mouth, her tongue lavishing one long lick after another.
Now I can relax, holding the back of Tiana’s head but imagining it’s Maya’s strawberry blonde locks running through my fingers.
Wet heat envelops me, and I groan, closing my eyes, letting my head fall back as I give in to the growing pleasure. Her head bobs slowly, almost torturously, but that’s good. I don’t want it to end too soon. I want to savor every sensation, every throaty moan.
When my hand tightens around the back of her head, she moans again, louder this time, encouraging me. “You like that?” I rasp, working my hips, feeding her my dick. She gags a little when I hit the back of her throat, and I like the sound, so I do it again, moving my hips in time with her bobbing head. Good, so good. My heavy balls are starting to lift, the excitement growing with every second. That’s right, Maya. Take it. Take every inch. You know you love it.
“Getting close,” I groan, gritting my teeth, trying to hold on. What’s the use? The whole point was release, and I am about to release, for sure, the pressure building, a tingle beginning at the base of my spine.
Maya, Maya, the thought of her weaves itself around me, the idea of her sucking me so greedily, determined to make me come. And I’m going to. I’m so close, I’m going to give her every drop.
“Just like that… don’t stop, so close… I’m gonna come… will you swallow me?” I ask, and she moans in response. Yes, that’s what she wants, what I’m going to give her while those nails drag across my skin until I hiss.
“Oh, fuck!” I groan one last time before the rush takes over, and I let go. Filling her mouth, my balls draining while she slurps up every drop.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” I have to lean against the sink for support. My head is spinning from the force of the explosion that just rocked me, my chest heaving. “Fuck, yeah, Maya.”
Oh, shit.
“What did you just say?” Tiana pauses in the act of searching for mouthwash in the medicine cabinet. “Did you just call me Maya?”
“Did I?” Fuck me. I have to play it off, and I do, shrugging as I zip up my shorts. “I must have that dumb bitch on my mind. Don’t take it personally. I just fucking hate her.” That’s not a lie. I hate her for hijacking my brain. I hate her for being a lying, two-faced bitch who doesn’t care whether she destroys lives.
“Oh, baby.” She shakes her head, running her hand down my chest. She’s gentler now, almost tender. “Don’t let her have that power over you. She’s nothing. Don’t let her ruin your night.”
“I know you’re right.” The problem is, there is no taking my power back. Somewhere along the way, Maya took it, and I hate her for that, too.