Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I let out a puff of surprised laughter. “No. It’s just a way to earn money.”
“Well, I guess I kind of get it. You do have the cutest feet ever.” He lifts my foot to his mouth and sucks on my big toe.
I try to jerk it away, shocked by the heat of his tongue, the unexpected sensuality of it, but of course, he holds tight.
I whimper when his tongue swirls between my toes, and he sucks the next toe into his mouth.
This shouldn’t be erotic. I mean, I get that it is to my customers, but I had no idea how incredible it would feel. I scent my arousal at the same moment Wilde’s nostrils flare, taking it in.
His eyes take on a green glow in the darkness as he takes my third toe into his mouth and gives it the same treatment. At the same time, he strokes a hand up my leg to the apex. The closer he gets to my lady parts, the more my inner thighs quiver. My belly flutters. The anticipation of his touch there has every nerve ending activated and alive.
He starts with just a brush–the backs of his fingers sliding across the crotch of my sleep shorts.
My hips buck off the bed. He takes my fourth toe into his mouth. His next swipe over my crotch is firmer, and I chase the touch, following his hand with my hips for more.
He moves to my pinky toe, swirling his tongue between the toes. “It’s so tiny, baby. So fucking cute.”
There.
His thumb presses against my clit, and I moan out loud. He sucks my toe into his mouth and strokes firmly across my pussy, right where I need it.
“So you have to tell me.” His voice is thick and rough like he’s as turned on by this as I am. “Do you prefer my tongue on your toes or between your legs?”
I let out a whimper. It’s me conceding that Wilde’s going to get everything he wants from me. Anything he asks of me. His touch is too intoxicating to refuse.
“Hmm, baby?”
“B-between my legs…please.”
In a flash, Wilde drops my foot and yanks down my shorts and panties, tossing them over his shoulder. His eyes are a brilliant, glowing green now, beautiful and frightening. He slides his hands under my ass, then lifts my entire pelvis up to his mouth instead of lowering down to me.
“Wilde.” There’s a note of alarm in my voice when I say his name although I’m not sure what I’m afraid of. The intensity of pleasure he’s about to deliver?
“Mmm hmm. That’s right, baby. I want you saying my name when my tongue is inside you.” He licks into me, not with delicate, nuanced strokes, but wild and wet. Aggressive and rough. He sucks at my labia, and takes my whole pussy into his mouth at once. He spears me with his tongue, penetrating me.
“P-please.” I’m panting. Begging. Needy.
Wilde lowers my hips to the bed. “Are you going to take my fingers like a good girl, Rayne-bow?”
I have no idea what he means. I’m not even sure what he said. All I know is that my hips are lifting and lowering, desperate for more of his touch.
He screws one finger into my tight opening. “Still tight as fuck, baby. Does it hurt?”
I moan and shake my head as he gets deeper.
“No? You’re okay?”
“Yeah,” I pant. “I’m good.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” He screws a second finger inside me. I squirm and whine a little at the thickness. “Take them, Rayne. Like a good girl.”
I don’t know what he means, but the words turn me on. His digits stretch me, and there’s a burn, and it feels like he hits a block.
He lowers down over me and claims my mouth with a searing kiss. His tongue sweeps between my lips with a long, slow roll, and at the same time, he thrusts his fingers past the barrier.
I jerk and gasp.
Wilde smiles against my lips. “I just popped your cherry, Rayne.” He sounds proud of himself. “It will feel better in a minute, baby. I promise.”
He starts a slow thrusting of his fingers inside me, and he’s right. It feels incredible. Especially when he starts to stroke my inner wall.
I let out a sound. A cry of pleasure. Of need. “Yes.”
“Is that it, baby? Right there?” Wilde keeps pumping, his fingertips hitting the place that makes me writhe and squeal and reach for the headboard.
“Wilde, yes. Please! Wilde, oh fates…oh fates…oh, oh!”
My internal walls squeeze up. My feet point like a ballerina’s. My brain short-circuits. Time might be passing. It might be standing still. I’m not quite sure.
Wilde slips his fingers out of me and rubs my clit, and I go off again–another spasm of my internal walls, clenching and squeezing on air.