Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
"Yeah? You going to wrap those perfect lips around my cock and take me to heaven, kitten?"
"M-maybe," I whisper, my stomach quivering at the thought. I want it.
"Are you going to sit on my face while you do it?"
"I don't think that's allowed. Is that allowed?" My face heats, and I squirm, equal parts turned on by the thought and embarrassed at the thought. What if he can't breathe? What if I fall off? What does he mean by sit, exactly? Like, does he mean sit all the way down? Or does he mean hover? Maybe I should have paid more attention when my friends talked about things like this!
"Fuck yeah, it's allowed," he growls. "It'll be your new favorite seat, kitten."
"Xavier," I groan, squirming again.
"Poor little kitten." He slips his hand between my thighs from behind, cupping my center. "You need me to make it better, Charlie?"
"Yes. Please." I thought he'd never ask. I'm slowly dying over here, and I'm not entirely sure what I need. I've gotten myself off before. Of course I have. But I don't think that's going to do the trick this time. I ache in a way I never have. I ache for something I never have. I ache for him. I have since I met him, and it just keeps growing and growing. At this point, I'm pretty sure it's going to swallow me if he doesn't fix it soon.
"Come on," he says, grinding his palm against my center before he releases me to grab my hand. He pulls me through the penthouse, leading me toward the back. Everything passes in a blur. The only thing I see is him and the way his hand swallows mine. He says he'd chase me anywhere…but I think I'd follow him anywhere.
We end up in a bedroom that's completely disconnected from the rest of the world. As soon as the door closes behind us, the entire world fades away. Everything is silent. Dark. Still. It's our own little oasis, sitting far above the city.
"Soundproofing and special windows," Xavier murmurs in explanation, pulling me up against his chest from behind. "Tate bought this place specifically for those features. He needed to be able to sleep during the day without being interrupted. So no matter how much you scream my name, no one will hear you." His hands run up my sides and then cover my breasts. "You're all mine now, kitten."
I lean back against him, perfectly fine with this turn of events. "Xavier? I think I've been yours since my little turtle friend led me to you."
"Now you're getting it," he murmurs, pinching my nipples between his fingers.
I moan, arching my back.
"You like that?" He chuckles and does it again before pulling my shirt off over my head. I lose track of it as his lips trail down my right shoulder, following the path my bra strap takes. Somehow, he manages to unhook it without even turning me around.
"Oh." I shiver when I feel his teeth in my skin as he pulls it from my body. His hands cover my bare breasts, and my knees threaten to buckle.
"Steady," he murmurs. "I can't have you collapsing on me before we even get to the good part."
"Let's get there."
He chuckles, his chest vibrating against my back. "We are, kitten. But I've been thinking about these perfect tits and that gorgeous ass since I met you. Let me take my time and appreciate them first."
"Appreciate faster," I demand.
He pinches my right nipple.
A shock shoots straight to my clit, throbbing there.
"Xavier," I sob, writhing in sweet torment.
He does the same thing to the left nipple, leaving me babbling.
"Don't rush me, Charlie. Be a good girl and take what I give you."
"Oh, please," I whimper. "Please."
"Please, what, kitten?"
"I don't know!" I cry, digging my nails into his arms.
He chuckles, kissing all over my neck. "Behave and let me get you undressed, and then I'll give you what you need."
I bob my head in agreement, afraid if I say anything, I'll rush him again, and we'll end up right back here. He brushes his thumbs over my nipples before sliding his hands down my abdomen. I don't know if I should feel shy about having his hands all over my body, but I don't. I love my curves, and I'm not ashamed of them. Judging by the way he growls in my ear and presses his erection against my ass, he loves them too.
I hold my breath as he goes to work on the button and zipper of my jeans.
"Your ass looks incredible in these," he says. "But they really have to go."
We work together to peel them down my thighs. Once they're down to my knees, I bend forward to remove them and my heels.
"Ah, goddamn," he growls behind me, running one hand across my ass. Half a second later, he's plastered himself against me, one hand locked around my hip. "You're trying to get yourself in trouble, aren't you?"