Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 151304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 605(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 605(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
To be able to affect him like this, after all these years, shot a heavy dose of arrogance through me.
My eyes, heavy with lust, locked onto his heated gaze as I started an up and down motion, slow at first, then building up pace. Vik’s stomach clenched, and his lip curled in the same pain-like pleasure I myself had just experienced. His breathing got heavy, and when he spoke, rough and coarse, I faltered in my motions. “Think about you every second of every day. Touch my cock and wish it was your mouth I was fucking instead of my palm.” A needy sound vibrated in his chest. His lids closed, and his face twisted as I renewed my efforts. “Nothing compares, baby. Nothing. It’s you. It’s only you.”
Oh… shit.
His words did things to me. Unspeakable things.
They were a gentle caress against my heart while equally fucking me hard, and my pussy clenched.
He shuddered out an exhale. “I’m close.”
I wanted to please him. I wanted to provide him what he did me. So, as gracefully as I could, I shuffled down the length of his body.
“Where are you going?” he asked, mildly confused.
But I was pretty sure he got his answer when my hand circled his cock and my tongue darted out to lick away the bead of precum that appeared at the head.
“Oh fuck,” he hissed.
And I smiled cunningly, loving the power he gave me with so few words.
His hands came to tangle in my hair just as I lowered my mouth, taking half his length in one mouthful. He tasted so good. Hot, clean, and wholly male. And when I sucked, then retreated before taking more of him into my wet mouth, he looked down at me from under the sheets with a marred brow and pouting lips, gripping the back of my neck, then commenced thrusting lightly against my slick, warm tongue.
Maybe I was alone on this ledge, but I loved to suck dick.
There was nothing that made me feel sexier than looking up into a man’s face while he lost his ever-loving mind over my mouth’s capabilities. And right now, with the way Vik was looking at me, all edgy and restless, I felt hotter than hell.
When his head fell back and he muttered, “Oh shit,” I knew he was close. Then his fingers knotted roughly in the hair at my nape, pulling me back and forth as he thrust keenly into my mouth, and I gathered he only had a short time before he made a hefty deposit down my throat.
His movements turned erratic, and he let out a strained, “Yeah. Take it, baby.”
Seconds later, his body tensed, his hands tightened in my hair hard enough to make me wince, and he stilled, letting out a rough grunt as his cock began to jerk fitfully in my mouth. I tasted the salty bitterness of his cum and somehow calmed tremendously. I swallowed the gift he gave me. His body slackened, and as he fell back into the pillows, he slipped free from my demanding mouth.
I hoped to lay with him a while and bask in the glow of our heated exchange, but from the top of the stairs came, “Uh, Nas?”
Vik’s body went rigid as I blinked in alarm, hastening out from under the covers.
Oh no.
Had Anika heard us?
Her usually sweet voice sounded flat. “I think it’s time to wash my hair now.”
“Coming!” I called out. “Your mom just sent me to tell Vik that lunch is almost ready.”
A quiet pause, then, “Okay.”
Vik’s amused gaze met my wide and startled one, and when he began to chuckle, I blew out a long breath, slipping out from the warmth of the comforter, and worked my pants back up my legs.
We didn’t say a thing. We didn’t need words. We had a mutual understanding of what this was.
It was complex. Difficult. Complicated.
But it was a complication that I needed more than I needed to breathe.
My hands wet from washing Anika’s hair, I took the towel from the rack and covered her freshly dyed hair with it, giving it a light rub. She began to wrap the towel around her ends, then threw her head back. She kept a cool eye on me as I smiled and said, “There. You should be good for another four weeks.”
I wasn’t expecting her unemotional admission. “I love you.”
My body set, my neck twisted to face her. I smiled, although my brow lowered in confusion. I chuckled softly. “I love you too.”
Her chilly demeanor only deepened as she uttered, “But you need to stop playing with him.” I stilled as she went on. “He might not show it, but you hurt him. I worry you’ll do it again without meaning to.”
My chest squeezed.
Well, that settled that. She heard us, all right.
I didn’t know what to say. The truth seemed appropriate. My tone soft, a light shrug tipped one shoulder as I attempted to justify my actions. “I love him, Ani.”