Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“I’m glad you stopped me today,” I say to Zane, drawing his focus away from the black-and-white Christmas movie we’re watching. “I wasn’t considering how you felt in that situation. I was only worried about me and what I was feeling.”
“That’s okay. It’s a natural response.”
“It’s not okay. It’s selfish and entitled, but I will learn from it and do better.” Needing to slacken the unease, I say, “Kind of like you need to learn not to hoard all the crushed candy canes.”
His mouth drops. “We had an equal amount of—”
“Chocolate ice cream and marshmallows, but your share of the crushed candy canes was far bigger than mine.”
He drags me to his side of the couch by hooking my ankle and pulling me across the rigid material. “It was not. I measured each serving.”
“Your sister is a world-renowned chef, so if you’re trying to tell me you don’t know the difference between a tablespoon and a teaspoon, you’re a big fat liar.”
My giggles from the onslaught of his hands on my ribs switch to a moan when his tug sees me straddling his lap like I did hours ago in the taxi. He’s hard like he is whenever he mixes chocolate with mint flavors, and doesn’t look at me with the same worry-filled eyes he hit me with in the cab.
“Nuh-uh,” he grunts out when I lunge for him.
He isn’t rejecting me.
He’s taking charge because he knows how wild it makes me.
To be craved so much they want to control every inch of you, including your cognitive thoughts, is my biggest turn-on to date.
“It’s time to combine my three favorite flavors.” With Zane’s hands gripping my ass, he stands us up from the couch, then heads for the kitchen.
Excitement bubbles in my veins when he plops me onto the counter before moving for the freezer. It is almost on par with my shock when his phone screen lights up with a message from his bank announcing he’s the recipient of an impressive five-digit transfer.
“Who is it?” Zane asks as he rummages through the freezer like whatever he’s seeking is at the back.
“Not really a ‘who,’ more an ‘it.’” I show him his phone screen when his head pops out of the freezer. We’ve done similarly the past few days. His lack of secrecy has made it so much easier to trust him. “It’s a notification from your bank.”
His dark brows furrow when his eyes drink in the fifty-thousand-dollar payment, but he shrugs it off as if it is a regular occurrence before he returns to hunting in the freezer.
I wonder about the opportunity I missed when he offered to lend me money, but a loan is the last thing on my mind when Zane pulls a tub of chocolate ice cream and a baggie of tiny white shards out of the freezer.
“Ha! I knew you had a secret stash somewhere.”
The back of my head whacks into the tiles when Zane curls my leg around his shoulder before dragging his nose down the seam of my pussy.
We’re meant to be cleaning up the mess our second helping of dessert made, but the instant Zane sniffed out a morsel of crushed candy cane on my collarbone, his desire to drive me to the brink again overwhelmed him.
His growl sends me wild when it rumbles through my clit. “I lied when I said chocolate, mint, and you are my three favorite flavors.”
Cupping my ass, he teasingly slides his tongue up the lines of my pussy before he spears it inside me. He eats me until my legs are close to buckling before he inches back and peers up at me through the sheet of water falling between us.
“You’re my favorite flavor. The other two don’t come close to how good you taste.”
He worships my pussy until my knees are so dangerously close to giving in that I balance on his face more than ride it.
Zane doesn’t seem to mind. The more I ride his face, the faster he fucks me with his mouth. He drives my needs higher and higher and higher until they have no choice but to splinter.
I fracture under the attack of his pleasure, quivering, shuddering, and moaning his name. His onslaught doesn’t slow, however. He bites me, licks me, and pays a heap of attention to my clit with his tongue and lips.
“Oh…” I scream, thrust, and then beg him not to stop. “I’m going to come again. I’m… I’m… I’m…”
The world shatters around me as my knees buckle, but I don’t land on the floor with a thud. Zane keeps me upright with a sturdy grip on my ass, his movements so stable I only begin coming down from euphoria when he gives me another reason to strive for the high notes.
After banding my legs around his waist, he notches the head of his fat cock at the opening of my pussy.