Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Reaching down, I spread her for me.
Then, on a groan, lowered down in front of her.
Her whole body was trembling.
Aftershocks?
Nerves?
Sensitivity?
I had no idea.
All I knew was she damn near shot off the bed at the sensation of my tongue sliding up her pussy toward her clit.
Her back still arching off of the mattress, her hand slapped down on the back of my head, holding me tightly against her. As if I had any intention of moving away until she was shaking and crying out, until her thighs were clamped to the side of my head, riding out her climax.
My fingers slid inside of her, needing to feel her pussy as my tongue worked her clit. Slowly at first, savoring the taste and feel and sounds of her. But her hips rocked restlessly. Little frustrated whimpers escaped her.
So I worked her faster, finding the pace she liked best, and fucking working her at it relentlessly until I had to reach up, slapping a hand over her mouth, silencing her desperate cries as she got closer and closer.
Then, with a hard shudder, she came, her thighs crushing my head, her legs shaking, her moans just barely contained by my hand.
I worked her through it until her body was spent, her legs falling open to release me.
I moved away, kissing down her thigh, back up, over her hips, then down her other thigh.
By the time I made it back to the triangle above her sex, her gaze was clear, those eyes piercing me.
“Up,” she said, tone almost desperate as she folded up to sit. “Get up,” she said, grabbing my shirt and pulling until I stood, confused, worried I’d fucked shit up somehow.
Until I was standing in front of her, and her thighs spread to welcome me between as her hands went to the waistband of my sweatpants and her hungry gaze held mine.
I knew I was supposed to tell her that she didn’t have to.
But, fuck, she looked like she needed to taste me as badly as I’d needed to taste her. Who the fuck was I to deny her that?
She yanked my sweatpants down, finding me bare beneath.
She wasted no time wrapping her hand around my length, stroking me to the base, then leaning down to tease her tongue around the head, dragging a surprisingly loud groan out of me.
My hand slapped down on the back of her neck as she started to slide her lips around me, taking me deep, then starting to work me. Not slow or tentatively. She fucked me with her mouth, hard and fast, twisting, gripping me with one hand where she couldn’t reach, the other hand sliding down to tease my balls as she worked me.
I swear to fuck, I’d never been driven to the edge so quickly before.
Hell, it was almost embarrassing how quickly she got me to the edge.
“I’m gonna—“ I started to warn her.
But she just swallowed me deeper, letting me come down her throat.
I came so hard my fucking vision went white and my whole body trembled. While this fucking woman groaned around my cock like she couldn’t get enough.
I felt all fucking trembly as she slowly slid back up my length before releasing me.
She even reached down to pull my pants back into place before tilting her head back to look up at me, a cocky look in her eyes that she’d sure as shit earned.
“Fuck,” I said, getting a little giggle out of her.
“Yeah,” she agreed, smiling as leaned down to grab her panties and jeans. “Took the word right out of my mouth,” she added, lifting her feet as I slipped her legs into the holes of her panties.
She stood, letting me slide them into place.
My hands slid around her hips, sinking into her ass to pull her against me as my lips moved down to take her lips again. This time, it was soft and sweet and lingering.
Finally, we realized we had to break apart and start actually talking about the situation before we walked out there to talk to the club and her daughter.
“Seems like we got a little… distracted,” she said, sitting back down on the bed once she was fully dressed.
“Yep,” I agreed, sitting with her. “Can’t seem to find a single fuck to give about that, though.”
“Me either,” she agreed, leaning into me. “But what do we do now?”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sabrina
My head was kind of swirling with the options.
Honestly, I didn’t think there would be so many things to choose from.
Clearly, this club knew a thing or two about how to survive dangerous situations.
“I wanted to give you the choices first, so if there are any that are absolutely out for you, you can decide to omit them when you talk to Daph.”
I knew I was supposed to be thinking about important things. Like the best way for my daughter and myself to stay safe.