Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Yes.” I was willing to let my first time be bent over a barstool if it meant I got to feel this with him.
He groaned. “You should demand your own pleasure first, princess.”
He lowered himself to the ground under the bar, kneeling before me in a ten-thousand-dollar tuxedo like it didn’t matter.
His dark eyes never left mine when his hands roamed under my skirts again, ever so slowly tracing a path to where I ached. He watched me with a hungry expression as he reached the apex of my thighs, like he was savoring my reactions as much as I was melting for his touch.
At first it was too light, but then I realized he was slowly building to something, deliberately drawing this out instead of getting me off as quickly as he could. He kept taking me higher, then letting the pleasure subside, then coaxing more from me again.
I fisted my hands, fighting the wanton part of me that wanted to weave my fingers into the long strands of his white-blond hair. I needed to stay in control. There was too much at stake.
He looked at me curiously. “Why do you fight it, darling?”
I thrashed my head, trying to remember how to form a sentence that went beyond begging him for more. “We shouldn’t be doing this where anyone could walk in…”
His grin was dangerous. “If you still remember where you are, I’ll need to try a little harder.” He ducked under my skirts, and the next thing I felt was the hot, wet slide of his tongue against my core. I gripped the bar harder and spread my thighs wider, feeling reckless and needy. It was like he knew my body better than I did, knew just what to do to make me mindless.
I didn’t know anything could feel this good!
He rolled his tongue over my clit with delicious pressure, holding my hips in place as I shook and moaned. It felt like I was coming apart with sensation, but he just kept going, never so much as pausing as I was slowly stripped of reason, existing only for the pleasure he drew from my body. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. I was so close, so desperately close.
He thrust two thick fingers inside me, and my knees started to buckle. The stretching pressure was intimate and intense, leaving me to wonder for a split second what his cock would feel like, but then I lost the ability to think altogether. I rode out the most intense orgasm of my life, bucking and whimpering as he let me finish, still gripping my hip with one hand to keep me steady.
He stood slowly, meeting my gaze with an expression that was equal parts smug and lustful. Then he slid his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.
He had every right to be smug. The man was a god of sex. Not that I’d ever had sex, but if there was better than that, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take it.
“What about you?” I asked in a husky voice I barely recognized.
He pushed me down to my knees. I’d never sucked a cock before, but that didn’t stop me from scrambling to unbuckle his pants.
He knocked my hands away. “Not yet, greedy girl. Turn around and show me how me how wet you are first.”
He leaned back against one of the stools, waiting for me to obey.
When he’d been in control, it had been easy to surrender to him and let it all happen, but this was harder. I bit my lip, hesitating.
“Typical spoiled brat,” he growled. “You promise to be obedient to get what you want, and then you immediately start to disobey. Show me.”
I gasped at the barked command even as I wanted to claw at him for calling me a spoiled brat. I gathered the voluminous layers of my skirt, trying to kneel and hold it all up, but he pushed me forward onto all fours.
“Let me help you,” he said, hiking the skirt up over my back to reveal my bare ass and pussy to him.
He teased a finger inside me. “I bet no one has ever made this pretty pussy come like that.” From the way he said it, he already knew the answer, and I hated him for being such a cocky bastard about it.
“No one has ever made me come, so it’s not exactly steep competition. Do you always fish for compliments?”
He ground his knuckles over my clit, and I moaned without meaning to, giving him yet another wordless compliment he obviously didn’t need. “Seems like your past sex partners weren’t trying very hard.” He rolled his thumb over my clit in torturous little circles as he thrust into me deeply this time. “I could make you come again in seconds.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to moan again. “I don’t have any past sex partners, jackass.”