Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I pressed my thighs together, not sure how I felt about being so exposed on the kitchen table. But I reveled in the friction that squeezing them together created.
Dempsey clicked his tongue at me and shook his head. “None of that now, baby. Spread your sweet legs for me and let me see that pretty pussy of yours before I eat it.”
I didn’t hesitate to do as he asked since I’d learned how much I liked his bossiness in bed during our time together. I also loved that he was so hungry for my body, so desperate to look at me, taste me, give me pleasure. Opening my legs wide for him, just like he asked, I shivered at feeling so exposed, but the look in his gorgeous blue eyes was worth it.
“Good girl.” Dempsey’s praise made every muscle in my core clench with pleasure, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. Not really.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee, trailing his lips all the way up the inside of that thigh until he reached the apex between my legs. I sucked in a gasp, thinking he’d bury his face between my legs and start eating me out, but he seemed to be in a mood to savor things and make them last because he mirrored what he’d just done on the inside of my other thigh.
“Dempsey.” I whimpered the word, squirming and dying of anticipation by the time he was done.
I had never imagined that what we would have together might be like this. Ours was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Dempsey made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. And the things he did to my body. Whoo, boy! He made me feel things I didn’t even know how to articulate.
Gripping my thighs, he pulled me closer to the edge of the table and finally buried his face between my legs, dragging his tongue up and down my folds in long, slow, measured strokes that I was certain were intended for the sole purpose of driving me insane. He was licking my pussy like it was an ice cream cone, and I squirmed with pleasure, wiggling my butt in an effort to move things along and reach my orgasm a little more quickly. I knew the sooner I came, the sooner he’d bury himself to the hilt inside me, and that was what I really wanted.
Dempsey chuckled at my attempt to rush him. I gasped when he gripped my hips and held them perfectly still so he could continue his methodical licking, sucking, and nibbling.
“Dempsey—” I panted his name this time, burying my fingers in his hair so I could tug on the thick locks, trying to make him go faster. I was so, so close to coming already, but he paused and tugged free of my grip on his hair to look up at me, arching a brow in challenge. “I’m so close—”
“Patience, baby. All things in good time, I promise.” His voice was a deep, velvety purr, and his expression was all mischief and havoc. The combination turned my insides to molten lava.
My nipples pebbled to diamond-hard peaks from the delicious ache that was building between my thighs as he continued with the slow, methodical strokes of his tongue. He was pushing me toward an impossibly high peak of pleasure. My whole body hummed and throbbed with the rhythm he set with his mouth.
Sliding my hands over my body, I cupped my breasts through my top. It was a good thing Dempsey had gotten me over any self-consciousness I might have had because I felt comfortable massaging my nipples, rolling and tweaking them between my index finger and thumb. I was so ready to feel him inside me that I was determined to help this process along one way or another.
Dempsey looked up at what I was doing and groaned, but my tactic worked because he caught my clit between his teeth, licking and sucking like a madman on a mission until I came for him, screaming so loud that I was certain everyone else in the building was going to hear me. I arched, and my body shook, squeezing my eyes shut as I rode the wave of pleasure until I thought I might pass out. When the shudders passed, I slumped back against the table, limp and sated, but Dempsey was far from done.
He stood, freed his dick, and drove into me with one powerful thrust that ripped a guttural moan out of my throat. When he took me like this, I couldn’t help but feel as though he was using his big, strong body to tell me wordlessly that I was his, and he was mine.