Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“Tell me,” she says as she stands before me, her small hand between her legs, rubbing her clit. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to suck that pussy of yours until you come, and then I want to lick it clean,” I confess.
Her hand stops rubbing her clit. She looks down at me, her lips parted, her eyes wide.
I open my mouth to say something else, but she says, “Then do it.” Without pause, she straddles my face.
Her taste is sweet. It’s addictive.
I groan, the first of many sounds she’s going to hear me make tonight.
I spread her open with my fingers and lick her from her clit all the way up to her fucking perfect tight little hole. I press a kiss to it, and she shudders.
She’s moving her hand between her legs again, stroking her clit as I lick and flick my tongue over her pussy lips.
“You have the sweetest fucking taste in the world, baby girl.”
Her hips buck up, and she moans. “Oh, God,” she cries out.
I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard. Her little cunt gets wetter beneath my tongue as her knees start to shake.
I release her clit, and I press my tongue past the silky folds of her pussy. “Come for me, baby girl,” I demand.
“Then you’re going to have to do better than that,” she says, but it’s obvious it’s all for show. My little viper is about to come all over my tongue.
I grab her hips and hold her steady so I can get in there deeper as I suck her clit. I then move my tongue in a circular motion as I insert my finger into her virginal hole, loving the idea of keeping her cherry intact… at least for tonight.
I feel her tighten all around me as her pussy starts to quiver beneath my tongue. I continue to finger fuck her as I lick, careful to not go too deep. Though I want to add a second finger and hear her cry out in delicious pain, I decide to only give her pleasure for now. I’ll save the erotic affliction for another night.
She’s panting, her body arching up as she squeezes her thighs around my head, and I lick and suck that hot fucking pussy as her juices drip down my chin and into my mouth.
I can’t get enough of the taste of her. I want to bury my face in her cunt and just fucking eat her until she’s spent and until I can taste the last of her sweet fucking cream.
Her legs are still shaking as she tugs on my hair. I look up at her, and she’s staring down at me, her chest moving up and down as she tries to catch her breath.
Not wanting to even give her a second to regain her senses, I lap at her little cunt, devouring her pussy like a starving man. And just as she’s about to come, I move back up to her clit and suck hard.
“Eros!” she screams, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I continue to fuck her with my mouth, pressing my lips around her clit and using my tongue to stroke her until she explodes, her pussy juices coating my lips.
I release her clit and take a deep breath, her sweet taste still on my mouth.
She looks down at me, smiles, and moves her hand to my head so she can gently stroke my face. “You’re really something.”
I smile up at her. “That was just the prelude to what I have planned, baby girl. But that’s enough for one night. I have to keep you wanting more.”
Chapter
Eleven
Paris
Athena is running a little slower today than normal.
I check the tracing data on Athena’s phone. She went on her run about an hour ago, and she always stops here for a coffee before running back. I sit, getting some work done on my laptop, just waiting for her. In the meantime, I’m checking her work correspondence. So far it looks like she hasn’t even logged in since she set up the away e-mail.
Honestly, I am a little impressed. I pegged her as a workaholic. A rule-breaker. I was sure when Eros couldn’t get it done, this would be the way to take her down.
I’m going to keep monitoring, of course, but I don’t know what I’ll be able to find like this, so I am going to have to get to know her a little more.
The bell above the door chimes as Athena steps in.
“Your usual?” The barista calls out to her, holding up a medium cup.
Athena shakes her head no. “I need a large today, and can you add an extra shot? I had a long night and not much sleep.”
“Athena?” I pretend I’m not expecting her, and I close my laptop.
She steps up to the counter, pretending she doesn’t hear me. I’m not letting her off the hook that easily. I stand up to bring my cup to the counter for a refill of the drip.