Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Obviously,” she sasses, thighs rubbing together.
“Mmm. Yes.” My thumbs stretch out, sliding over the wet spot. “Obviously.”
“Shit,” she pants, my pretty little thing starved for more.
I want her famished, but not for this. For me.
But I’ll settle for this tonight.
Taking my time, I slip my fingers into her underwear, my knuckles sliding up and down her slick pussy until they’re coated in her arousal, and then I sweep back up, circling her clit once. Twice.
She bucks her hips and my lips curve. “So fucking responsive. I can’t imagine what you’ll be like when I’m inside you.”
“You’ll never know.”
“I’d kill to.”
“Bet you would.”
“Easiest way to make a million,” I mumble, and lean in, taking the tip of my tongue and every ounce of restraint I have to tease her, slowly flicking her clit. It’s the barest of touches, the tiniest tease for us both, yet she sucks in a sharp breath the same moment my eyes clash closed, unable to handle the first taste of my sweet pussy. Because it is mine.
I need more, so I take it, tongue lapping at her clit, folding and rolling in rapid succession, reveling in the way her thighs clench. A soft sound has my eyes snapping open, and I watch as her nails scrape along the glass at her back, needing to dig into something but refusing to allow that something to be me.
We can’t have that, now can we?
Trailing my fingers down her leg, I grip her beneath the knee, hauling her leg up and settling it along my shoulder, my other hand shooting up to grip her hip in case she loses her footing, but she needs no help. She has balance for days, my beautiful ballerina, and I can’t fucking wait to see what she can do with it.
I hook her panties once more, pushing them to the side, and this time, when I lean in, I don’t hold back. I fucking devour her, eating her pussy like it’s my last meal and goddamn, it would be my final request if I was given one.
I suck and tug at her clit, rolling it between my lips, teeth folding behind them for added pressure, and she moans long and loud, her back bowing slightly.
“You taste so good.” I lick along her slit, swallowing what she gives me, and blow warm air over her clit. “Sweet and earthy and made for me.” I take it in my mouth once more, my hands roaming her thighs, sliding up and clenching her ass in my hands. She pushes into the touch, and finally, those hips start rolling. It’s not messy or uncontrolled. No, it’s a deep, fluid motion. A routine she’s creating right here, right now. Just for me. “That’s right. Dance on my tongue.”
“Pretty sure he wasn’t talking in this scene of the book,” she pants.
“Mmm,” I hum with a smile. “Him no, but that little voice in her head said she really fucking wished he would have, and by the sounds you’re making and the way you move every time I speak…you do too.”
I want her on my lap, dancing on my dick until I’m delirious.
My hand slides around, slipping between her legs from behind, and she groans, pushing her ass back and creating a damn near backward C with the arch of her back.
She’s begging me to do more. Take more.
So I do, I press the knuckle of my pointer finger to her taut little hole, probing not entering, but the moment she feels the pressure, her whole body quakes.
That’s what pushes her over the edge, and she does what she’s been wanting to do since the second I hit my knees.
Those tiny hands shoot to my shoulders, gripping me, nails digging in through my jacket, and I have the urge to shred it from my body, wanting to feel her tear at my skin, that burn that only she could create that starts at my back and zips down to my cock.
“I’m so fucking hard for you,” I moan against her, sucking her clit like a madman, my finger leaving her ass and moving forward. “I’m going to feel your insides now.” That’s the only warning I give, sliding two fingers into her, slow and fucking steady.
My cock twitches instantly, her pussy walls clamping down the second I’ve entered.
“You’re soaking wet,” I tell her. “Dripping down my hand already like such a good little bride, but we both know you’re not good, are you? No, you’re a bad, bad little brat.”
“Fuck,” she rattles, head thrown back, hips pushing down into my hand as she tries to fuck it faster.
Using my other hand, I shove her hips into the window, locking her in place.
Her head snaps down, fire in those green fucking gems of eyes, and I lean back, smirk slowly spreading. Her eyes fall to my mouth, to the mess she’s made of it, and her eyelashes flutter at the sight.