Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
His eyes widen only a fraction. “You sure about that?”
“I want you to keep touching me, Conlan. Even if you are no good, I just don’t care. I’m practicing a little selfishness and getting a piece of what I want for once in my life.”
“And I’m what you want?”
“I want your mouth on mine. I want it between my legs. I want you to make me feel good.”
He releases a low growl and I can tell he’s struggling, but I’m way past caring. This guy is willing to fuck any girl that comes along, but he’s suddenly trying to resist me? It’s almost insulting. I’d scream at him, I’d start crying, if only he didn’t look so good. If only he’d stop kissing my nipples and touching my body like that.
“What is it about me that makes you want to complicate everything?” He moves down my chest again.
“Well, for starters, your mouth is about three inches away from my pussy.”
He purrs. “I like the way you say that word. Say it again.”
“Which one? Mouth?”
“Pussy. Say it.”
I gasp as he kisses my inner thigh. “Pussy,” I whisper. And I’m finally sure this is happening.
“Louder.” He pushes my panties aside and runs a finger along my slit. “Say it.”
“Pussy.” I moan as he kisses between my legs, tongue lapping up and down. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I’m sweating now. The heat’s borderline unbearable. He’s sweating too, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He moves my panties further out of the way and starts to tease me, licking my folds, rolling the tip of his tongue on my clit, making my back arch. The pleasure’s overwhelming; the heat only makes it that much more intense.
“Now see what you’ve done?” he whispers as he sucks and licks my clit. He slides two fingers deep inside of me and I gasp. “I’ve gotten a taste of you and it’s better than I ever imagined.”
“Liar,” I groan. “I can’t even rank in your top fifty.”
“You have no idea, my wife,” he says, his voice thick with desire, and goes back down, licking, sucking, his fingers sliding in and out. I grab his hair and hold it tighter, sweat dripping down our bodies.
He’s so beautiful. This man hides himself behind his demons, behind his stupid, mindless hedonism, but he’s still so much more beautiful than he realizes. His body, yes, but also the way he looks at me, the way he touches me, like he’s receiving a new revelation with each lick and stroke.
And he cares. The little things prove it: coffees in the morning, the way he gives me space when I need it, the way he checks in on how I’m feeling.
He shows it in his own, frustrating way, but he cares.
Pleasure blooms through my mind. I know this is wrong, it’s stupid, but I’m here with him and I’m not going to stop. For once in my life, I’m going to have something that feels good, even if it’s only going to last for a little bit longer. He’s so incredible with his mouth and his fingers, like he knows exactly where to lick and when to slide his fingers in deeper, and soon I’m gasping for air as my back arches and my hips buck against him.
“Conlan,” I moan, eyes rolling back. “Oh, fuck, Conlan.” The heat and the pressure in my core build and build. “I’m so fucking close.”
“I want you to come for me, wife,” he purrs. “I need you to come for me.” He licks my clit faster, fucking me with those lovely fingers of his just the right way.
I push him down tighter. “Oh my god,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”
“Let me taste it,” he says, licking me faster.
And I come for him, I come so hard I nearly black out, maybe from the heat or from his touch, I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. I come and he keeps going, sucking and licking, stroking in and out, until I gasp and slump backward, spent and dizzy.
He moves up, kissing my thighs, my breasts, until his tongue enters my mouth. I taste myself on him, salty and sweet. I kiss him back, pulling him tighter against my lips. When the kiss breaks off, he sits on the bench and pulls me into his lap.
I feel his hard cock under me. I wiggle slightly, but he doesn’t make any moves, only holds me, our naked, sweaty skin pressed close.
After a little while, I break the silence. “Well, you did it,” I say. “You finally got in my pants.”
“Yes, I did.”
“I’ll be filing a sexual harassment claim in the morning.”
“I don’t think that’ll hold up considering there’s a camera in here. They’ll see that you wanted every bit of what just happened.”
I pull back, eyes wide. “Wait, what? You did not just record everything.”