Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 147733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
He kisses my belly, dropping down to the sweet spot, leaving me squirming.
His lips move below my stomach until he finds the satin of my panties. It doesn’t deter him for a second. He just jerks them down, rips them off my ankles, and his tongue finds my pearl.
Everything goes white-hot.
Blind.
Electric.
“Oh, Miles!”
Going.
Going.
Gone!
His mouth comes in waves of pleasure, lifting me up and slamming me down until I’m a twitching mess.
I don’t even know when he pushes his free hand into my mouth, or when I start biting down.
When the pleasure stops racking my body, I’m too spent to care about leaving marks.
I’ll worry later.
Because I already know I’m in trouble, and I’ve barely begun to burn when he looks at me with lidded eyes and a guttural laugh, stroking a hand down my bare hip.
“You asked for a slow burn, kitten. We’re just getting started.”
14
No Bad Publicity (Miles)
I’m one long heartbeat, my pulse roaring in my ears, drowning out everything.
I can finally taste her, and goddamn, I’ll never want for anything else except more of Jennifer Landers.
We’ve traded places now. I’m backed against my desk, wearing my pants around my ankles.
She’s on her knees like a supplicant worshipping her god.
I watch her small, nimble fingers hook beneath the elastic of my boxers and pull. They’ve been damn near cutting off my circulation for a while.
I barely breathe as she strips me naked, her green eyes twinkling as she stares up at me.
My ego loves the small gasp that slips out of her when she sees what I’m packing.
“Holy...hell.” Her small tongue darts across her lips, her eyes wide with delight.
“Yeah. I come by the attitude honestly, kitten. Let’s see some respect.”
I think I’m my usual cocksure self—pun intended—until her hands wrap around my girth, squeezing me so tight.
My breath stalls, turning to cement.
I’m jolted, my head snapped back, a willing hostage to every lashing of pleasure as she strokes me up and down.
Slowly and loudly.
Her every breath torn with lust.
“Fuck, kitten. If this is payback for what I just did to you, then—”
I never finish that thought.
The second I look down, her mouth parts, engulfing the angry tip of my cock.
I almost lose my nut right there, gripping the edge of my desk behind me for support.
Of all the enchanting and maddening things she does with her mouth, I never imagined she could suck like this.
I’m speechless, one with the motionless growl boiling out of me as I watch her small mouth struggle down my length. Her eyes are lit with desire and so many filthy promises I almost break.
Damn.
God fucking damn.
She’s too good at this—lethally skilled.
Grabbing her hair with one hand, I twine it around my fingers for more control, before she delivers death by tongue.
And fuck, what a tongue.
She knows when to tease, when to torment, when to bring me so close my jaw clenches, when to steal the air from my lungs.
This shouldn’t be happening.
I shouldn’t be this obsessed—this close to letting her wring my balls dry—and I’m actually leaning slightly against my desk so my knees don’t buckle.
My fingers pull her hair harder the closer she drags me to the edge, and I’m rasping down at her, my eyes locked on this auburn-haired angel sucking the life from me.
“Fucking hell, kitten,” I groan. “If you came here to murder me, there are easier ways.”
Murder, you say? The look she gives back says it all.
A buttery moan spills out of her around my cock, adding to the sensation.
“Shit, woman. You keep that up, I will come down your throat. Careful.”
The warning doesn’t stop her.
If anything, it just makes her more merciless, more eager to see me undone. I’m drowning in green-eyed sweetness until her eyes flutter shut, and I see she’s pushed one hand between her legs.
“Don’t stop. Play with your clit. Make yourself come while you choke on me,” I growl, driving my hips forward, giving her more, everything I instinctively know she can take.
Then all I see is white.
Heaven and hell melt into one.
My balls strain, in sync with my fingers in her hair.
The instant she feels my cock ballooning against her tongue, turning to steel, she drives herself down with a fierce, muffled sound, so intent on ruining me I think she gags.
I’m a dead man—and I’ve never been happier.
Lightning explodes up my spine, hurling thick ropes of come, so intense it’s blinding.
I’m no monk.
I’ve had my fair share of women, and more blow jobs than I could ever count.
But this—this can’t compare.
Imagine comparing a cherry bomb to a thermonuclear blast.
That’s what rips through me right now and douses me in flames.
I’m roaring so loud I’m sure anyone outside can hear us. I forget what time the night crew comes in to clean.
Regardless, we’re both way past caring.
I exist in this moment to ruin Jennifer Landers the same way she’s taking me apart, worshipping me, desperately catching everything I give her even when she loses so much down her chin.