Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
I pull my fingers away, letting him get to work, and fuck, does he ever!
Nick is too much, too good, and I don’t know how to handle it, but I better figure it out soon because this is only the beginning of our night. We still have a million more months to tick off.
He goes hard, eating my pussy as though he hasn’t eaten all year, and there’s no doubt about it, he takes pride in his work. You can always tell when a man eats pussy because he has to, compared to when a man eats pussy because he thoroughly enjoys it, and jolly old Saint Nicholas here is the latter. All he wants is to see me come, and getting to be the one who makes me shatter is the only gift on his wish list. But he should know by now that I give as good as I get, and judging by tonight’s performance, he’s in for one hell of a ride tonight.
He takes his time, pushing me right to the edge before pulling back and drawing out my orgasm, each time getting even more intense.
My walls contract around his fingers, desperate to come as my ability to cry out and groan leaves me. I’m speechless and completely at his mercy, just waiting for him to let me come, but he doesn’t. He’s intent on drawing out every second of my pleasure, claiming it for himself, even if it takes all night.
I’m so fucking close. So desperate, but he increases the intensity each time, working me and working me until I can’t hold in my cries a second longer. “FUCK!” I scream out, throwing my head back as my hands ball into tight fists on the counter. “Fuck. Nick, please. I need to come.”
His tongue rolls over my clit once more, sucking and nipping as he picks up the pace of his fingers, and I feel his wicked smile against my pussy. “You need to come, baby?” he murmurs against me.
“You know I do,” I pant.
He laughs to himself before finally giving me what I’ve been needing, circling my clit with his tongue as his fingers plunge deeper. Only this time, he doesn’t just push me toward the edge, he grabs me and launches me right off it.
“OH FUCK!” I cry out, clutching the back of his head and holding him right there between my thighs as his tongue does its filthy magic and sends me into a whole other universe. I see stars dancing across my vision as every nerve ending inside my body buzzes with electricity.
My toes curl inside my heels, and as Nick keeps working my body, I’m left solely to his mercy.
10
MILA
Is it possible for your body to physically melt after such an intense orgasm? Because I’m almost positive that’s exactly what’s happening to me right now.
“Holy fucking shit, Nick,” I breathe, barely able to catch my breath as he straightens to his full height, and even with me sitting up on the kitchen counter, he still towers over me.
He’s such a man. So beautifully sculptured. It’s impossible not to be so immensely attracted to him. Just the sight of his body is enough to send me into a tailspin.
He places his hands on either side of my thighs, just like he did when he first put me here, only this time, I’m the one falling apart, and I drop my head against his chest, barely able to keep myself upright.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs, lifting a hand to my back and slowly trailing it up and down.
“Yeah, I just need a minute,” I tell him. “That was more than I expected. I mean, shit, Nick. Is it possible to die by orgasm? I’ve never felt anything so . . . intense before. I thought I was actually going to crumble.”
“My bad,” he says with a proud smirk. “I had to outdo last year’s performance.”
I roll my eyes. “Last year’s performance was already incredible. I didn’t think it was possible to outdo it, but I suppose it’s part of your job description to make the impossible happen.”
Nick winks. “Jolly old Saint Nick at your service, ma’am.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I thought you said Saint Nicholas is what your dad prefers to go by.”
“Yeah, I did,” he says with an awkward cringe, the laughter quickly fading out of his tone. “It felt wrong the second it came out of my mouth.”
I shake my head, falling more and more in love with this man by the second, and fuck, I’m glad it’s him. With every word out of his mouth, I get to know the real him better, and I absolutely adore the man I’m getting to know.
“Come on,” he says a moment later, scooping his strong arms beneath my thighs and lifting me off the counter. He starts to make his way to the living room when I suck in a gasp and look back toward the kitchen.