Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
As if I need my ego inflated even more.
Fuck, her soft, warm hands feel good. Her hot breath against my aching cock even better.
Then her wet, velvet mouth closes over the tip and I’ve died and entered heaven.
“Oh fuck.” Blindly, I slap one hand against the door.
Her tongue slides into an evil, beautiful, wicked dance along the sensitive underside.
“Em—” My head falls back against the seat.
“Hmm?” The sound vibrates down my dick and I squeeze my eyes shut, then force myself to open them so I can watch every move she makes. She feathers her lips over the tip again. Her tongue darts out, teasing the slit.
This wasn’t what I planned or expected this afternoon.
But I’m certainly not complaining.
She keeps working me with soft, wet pulls, each time taking more of me into her mouth, until I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuuuck!” I pound my fists into the roof of the truck. Nothing, nothing, nothing has ever felt this amazing.
She lets out a choking sound and backs off.
“Easy.” Am I saying that to her or myself?
She moans again, then wraps her hand around my shaft, working it in time with her mouth.
I’m done. My head falls back against the seat. I thread one hand into her hair. Not to guide her movements—she doesn’t need my help—rather, to stay connected.
My hips jerk and she nods quickly, halting her explorations. I’m going to die if I don’t open my eyes and watch every wicked thing she’s doing. I shift my hand to the back of her head, slowly thrusting into her mouth, careful not to give her more than she can take.
Intense pleasure burns me from the inside out. Pressure builds at the base of my spine.
“Em,” I warn. “I’m going to—”
She flicks her gaze up, staring at me, daring me. I thrust again and again until I’m teetering on the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain. She sucks harder, then slides her hand lower.
Every muscle in my body tightens as my release catches me, scalding and hot. I have to see her. I peer down at her worshiping me with her hands and mouth. My hips buck in erratic thrusts. She coughs and sputters but keeps taking everything I have to give.
A wave of dizziness forces my eyes closed. Completely spent, I focus on my breath and the shaking in my legs. Emily strokes her hands over my thighs and stomach. She kisses and licks my spent cock, like she’s trying to soothe a wild animal.
I haven’t lost control like this since I was a teenager.
You better think of another way to compliment her.
“Thank you,” I breathe out, pulling her up off the floor and against my body. She stretches, her legs trembling against mine.
“Mmm.” I run my hand down her back and over her ass. “This is nice.”
She hums a little noise that sounds like agreement and brushes her lips against my cheek. One of her hands strokes down my chest. God, I can’t get enough of her touch.
“I’ve never enjoyed that so much,” she whispers in my ear. “Feeling your body straining so hard not to come. That was quite a rush.” She lifts her head, staring at me. “Thanks for not trying to jam your cock down my throat.”
The jealous, possessive asshole in me doesn’t like the implication that anyone else has been near her sweet, perfect mouth. Or treated her with anything other than the reverence she deserves.
I run one finger over her bottom lip. “You were made for me.”
I can’t come up with anything better than that? Did she suck my vocabulary out through my dick?
My brain might not be operating at full capacity, but my arms still work, so I wrap them around her, holding her close. She keeps kissing and nuzzling my neck. So fucking sweet. Then her sneaky fingers slide under my T-shirt, tickling my skin.
“What’re you doing, firecracker?” I ask.
“Exploring.”
Someone taps on the window.
Emily shrieks and ducks.
I jump like someone poured ice water over my head.
“What the fuck?” Through the foggy glass, I make out someone standing right outside the door.
“Don’t move,” I whisper to Emily. “My cock’s still out and I don’t want to give this guy a show.”
“Who is it?” she hisses, pressing her face so tight against my chest, it’s like she’s trying to crawl inside me to hide.
“Don’t know.”
She carefully shifts her body to cover me. I reach for the window and tap the button, only lowering it a fraction.
“Sir, you can’t park here,” a man in a green jacket with the logo of the park says. “This is private property. The exhibit is closed.”
“Yup,” I answer in a no shit tone. “We’re leaving.”
He stares at me for a second, then tries to peer into the truck. “Miss, are you okay?”
Without lifting her head, Emily raises one hand and waves. “I’m fine. Thank you, sir.”