Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
And what I see is her.
“I’m going to eat your pussy,” I say. “Listen to me eat your pussy.”
I’m between her legs, my tongue sliding over her clit, and that low moan—always that low moan.
A smack as I kiss the inside of her thigh. A low hum as I slide my tongue along her slit. A brisk inhale when I clamp my lips over her clit.
I’m as turned on by these sounds as I want her to be.
She tastes like rich cream, and I can’t get enough of her juices on my tongue. The sounds swirl around us, a melody of our bodies.
She’s coming close. Skye loves to be eaten, and I love eating her. It gets her going like nothing else.
But not yet.
Not quite yet.
When I move my mouth away from her, she whimpers. A soft whimper that comes from her body involuntarily. Like a lone cry in the night.
I remove my clothes, taking care not to go too quickly. I want her to listen. To hear me undressing. I remove my shirt and toss it over the back of a chair with a soft thud. Then my shoes. A louder thump. Then I unbuckle my belt with a clink, unzip my pants with a soft buzz, and then it all hits the floor in a puddle of fabric.
I’m naked now. Naked and ready to fuck my woman.
The bed creaks softly when I return, and I inhale as I slide my cock between Skye’s legs.
Yes. A swift intake of breath.
But it’s not hers. It’s my breath.
Then hers as I rub the head of my cock against her clit.
“I want to fuck you now. I can’t wait to get inside you.”
She gasps when I thrust.
I groan. Much louder and longer this time. I fill her.
The suction of my cock sinking into her is subtle, but it’s there. I listen, and I hear it. Does she?
She must. I’ve commanded her to.
My balls slap against her as I thrust. I hear them, so she must as well.
The sounds of me fucking her. Of me making love to her. They’re there, and I hear them. The rhythm of my thrusts. The chorus of my moans and hers, my breaths and hers.
And the melody. The melody that is audible only to me. To Skye and me. A lovely tune that exists between us and around us and inside us. It’s so beautiful in its simplicity, and I yearn for her to hear. To understand.
Just the pureness of sound drives me to the brink. Her pussy walls clasp me like a vacuum.
“Fuck,” I say. “I’m going to come, Skye.”
I thrust into her and stay there, moaning.
I give myself to her, release into her, revel in the explosive pulses of my cock.
Does she miss her climax?
I hope she’s too immersed in the sounds of us to even think about it. A few moments later, I pull out and roll off her, sighing. I remove her blindfold.
“Well?” I ask.
She stays silent. Nicely done, Skye.
“You may speak now.”
She smiles. “It was amazing. I heard things I’ve never heard before.”
“Good. That’s the plan. You did well.”
“But, Braden…”
“Yes?”
“Why?”
“You mean why all this? The concentration on only one sense?”
“Yeah.”
I don’t answer her for a minute. Instead, I move downward and position my head between her legs.
I flick my tongue over her clit.
She jolts, arching her back.
Skye has learned well, and she will get an answer. But first? I’m not quite done with her pussy, and she deserves a reward.
“I will give you an answer,” I say, “but first, I’m going to give you a climax.”
Chapter Twenty-One
But before the climax…I look at her.
Feast my eyes on her perfectly parted pink lips, the rosy swell of her breasts, the soft curves of her belly…and the pièce de résistance—
Her swollen and glistening pussy.
Her flavor still lingers on my tongue, and my cock is twitching already—
Until my phone buzzes on the night table.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit!
I want to ignore it.
I should ignore it.
But I can’t.
I have deals and contracts all over the globe. Though my company started with construction equipment, which is still its backbone, Black, Inc. now invests in real estate, foreign currency, futures, and various technology startups. Plus, parts for our products are manufactured in the U.S. but also in China, Mexico, and Japan.
Which is why I can never ignore my phone, no matter the hour.
I move from between her legs and grab my phone. “Black.”
“It’s me.” My brother’s voice. “Didn’t you bother to check who it was?”
“No. I’m kind of busy. What the fuck do you want?”
“Sorry. Dad and I had to leave the Stage and take Kathy home. There’s a problem.”
“Not the McCain deal.”
“No, this is bigger. There was an explosion at Jing Min Distribution in Beijing.”
Damn. Only one of our biggest distributors.
“Fuck. Was anyone hurt?”
“No, luckily. But about several hundred thousand of the silicone bands for our goggles were destroyed. If we don’t have those parts, we can’t fulfill our contracts here in the States.”