Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Oh,” I said with a pout.
He chuckled, leaning forward and nipping at my bottom lip that had popped out. “Later is a promise.”
Then, he released my wrists, dropped to a knee before me, and rucked up my skirt. He hiked my leg up over his shoulder and met my heated gaze with one of his own, a lascivious grin spreading across his lips.
“What about here?” His lips pressed to my inner thigh. “Or here?” He moved upward. “Or here? Is this what you want me to taste?” he asked, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
I huffed. “A little higher.”
His eyes snapped up to mine and stayed there as his fingers inched higher, running along the lacy material of my thong. Another gasp left my mouth, but I was still trained on his eyes, and he could see every single reaction that crossed my face.
“Right…right there,” I told him.
His grin was feral. “You’re wet.”
“Yes.”
“For me.”
I nodded, biting down on my lip.
He hooked a finger under the edge of my panties and pushed them to the side before sliding his finger down the seam of my pussy. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I moaned.
“Fuck,” he ground out. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Then, he slipped his finger inside of me. My legs quivered at the contact, my body contracting at the first feel of him. Oh, how I wanted more, more, more. One finger was sweet torture with how hot my body was already for him. Oh God!
He pulled out and inserted a second finger. I tipped my head back, reveling in the feeling. Wanting more, needing this, holding on to the climax that was building as I pulsed around his fingers. I was so fucking turned on that I didn’t know how long I could hold out.
This had never been a problem in my life. I could get myself off. I could even sometimes come from oral or sex, but the conditions had to be perfect. And—let’s be honest—the conditions were rarely perfect.
And yet I was close enough that if he thrummed my clit, I might come undone in a matter of minutes.
“This isn’t what I want,” he said, pulling out.
“I…wait,” I gasped. “I was…”
But he grinned at me as he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and carried me to the chair. I protested as he set me on my feet, but he still had that smirk on his lips. The one that said he was in charge here.
I wanted to put my foot down, but he was already turning me around to face the arm of the chair. Then, without preamble, he bent me forward at the waist. I gasped as he threw the floof of my skirt up out of the way, yanked my panties to the ground, and promptly buried his face into my pussy.
“Oh fuck!”
But there wasn’t time for any more words as he slid his fingers back through my wet folds and his tongue lapped against the sensitive bud of my clit. And I had my ass in the air with his arm banded over my hips and nowhere to go but through.
I couldn’t even squirm away from the intense sensations rushing through me. I didn’t want to escape, and yet I needed to so desperately. From my fingers to my toes and everywhere in between, my nerves were sparking to life. My orgasm was held back by a string.
When he changed from lapping to a direct flick against my clit, there was nothing I could do but unleash.
I cried out into the stillness of the living room. My head buried into a pillow. My fingers clenching down on the soft brown leather. Pussy spasming against his lips, their own undoing.
Everything went suddenly silent. Like I’d entered another dimension, where this incredible, indescribable feeling had a name more fitting than orgasm. It had to be more than that. I’d come before. I’d used my own fingers to bring myself to climax. Whatever words you wanted to use for it, they were not the words to describe what had just happened.
I felt like I’d dropped bodily through the floor into a demon dimension, where he’d sucked the life out of me and left me spent. Better yet, I wanted to remain wherever the hell he’d left me. A defenseless, mewling little thing, desperate for more of what he was offering.
Chase slowly extracted his fingers and planted a kiss on my ass. “That was perfect.”
I slid backward off of the chair and onto the floor, pooling into a boneless puddle. “It was.”
He disappeared into the kitchen. I heard running water, and then he returned to stand over me. His cock bulged against his suit pants, and oh, how I wanted to have my fill of him now. Unfortunately, I physically could not move.