Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Slowly, she walked her fingertips in place at her hips, pulling the fabric of her dress higher and higher, centimeter by centimeter, until her lavender lace thong came into view.
I groaned my approval at the sight of that purple fabric, at that beautiful apex of her thighs, and she preened under the sound like I’d just given her an A+ on an assignment.
I knew right then that she responded to praise, and my chest fired up with the need to make her work for it.
“So fucking pretty,” I said, grazing her inner thigh with the softer of the two keychains. Whatever warning bells were left in my head faded into nothing, until all I heard was her labored breaths matching mine.
I dragged the velvety keychain up slowly, and her fists tightened where she held her dress, body writhing under the touch.
“Can you spread wider for me?”
She opened like a flower, knees falling to the side as her dress rode all the way up above her panty line. That motion alone showed me just how flexible she was, and my cock ached even more.
The ways I could twist this girl up…
I trailed the leather keychain from one of her hips to the other, taking my time, the tassel tickling the skin just above her thong. When I dragged it down between her thighs and right over her clit, she shuddered.
“Look at you,” I said, trailing the tassel between her thighs. Her thong was so wet the keychain shimmered a bit when I pulled it up and dangled it from one finger. “Have you been like this all night?”
She nodded, her cheeks tingeing pink.
I trailed the keychain over her again, but this time, I lifted it with a quick thwack against her clit that made her gasp and bow off the bed.
“Show me how wet you are,” I said, tickling the place I’d just swatted. “I want to see that pretty pink pussy.”
Grace made the sweetest sound, squirming under my gaze before her hands were between her legs. And I thought she’d take her thong off, but she just hastily pulled it to the side, spreading her legs even wider and tilting her hips up toward the ceiling so she was fully on display.
She held the fabric out of the way with one hand, and the other slid over her clit, rubbing down and toying with her slick opening before she held her fingers up to show me.
“Fucking soaked,” I said, and damn — I didn’t know I needed this, to command her and have her so willingly give in.
All the tension that had been pent up since that night in Austin was going off around us like a bomb — and we were gladly in the rubble, desperate for another blast.
“You love this, don’t you? You love me watching you, telling you what to do…” I shook my head, eyes on where her fingertips glistened. “Do you know how badly I want to suck those fingertips clean?”
She bit her lip, writhing in the mess she was making on the comforter.
“But I can’t,” I said. “So, you do it.”
I braced a hand beside her on the bed, lowering until I was hovering just above her, no more than three inches between her mouth and mine.
“Suck those fingertips the way I know you want to suck my cock.”
“Fuck,” she moaned, and she dragged her fingers over her breast on the way up to her mouth, keeping her eyes glued on mine as she pressed them between her lips. It was only the tips of them that were wet, but she shoved them both as deep as she could manage, swirling her tongue and sucking them clean with a moan that made me see stars.
It was my idea to play this game, and here I was ready to bust in my fucking shorts without her laying a single finger on me.
“That’s a good girl,” I said, staying just above her. “Now, fuck yourself with those fingers. And don’t be quiet — I want to hear my name on your lips when I finally let you come.”
“God, Jaxson,” she breathed, and then she reached out for me, wrapping her hands around the back of my neck. She tried to pull me down to kiss her, but I yanked out of her grasp, sitting upright again and removing all proximity.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I said, holding the leather keychain over her. “Play by the rules if you want to win the game, Nova.”
“Please,” she begged, writhing.
“The relief you want is at your fingertips,” I said, smirking at the literal weight of that statement. I bent just a little, lowering my voice. “Come on, baby. Let me watch you. Fuck yourself the way you wish I’d fuck you.”
Challenge sparked in her eyes, and she tucked her hips even more, spreading her legs so wide she was practically in a middle split. Her hands dove down again, and she held her panties out of the way with one while the other rubbed her clit in circles.