Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He sits back on his heels and pushes my legs farther apart. His fingertips stroke up and down my stomach, teasing me as he gets closer and closer to where I need him. He can tell I want him to go lower because each time he does, I lift my hips to show him, and soft moans leave my mouth in anticipation of what’s about to come.
Us.
And the desperation is getting real now.
His feather-light touches continue their journey down my body until they’re on my pussy, where he strokes me back and forth before he slips a finger between my folds and smirks. “So wet. What a good girl you are.” And he slides a finger inside me. “Oh, what a very good girl you are.” He hums. “Your pussy wants more, doesn’t it?” I nod rapidly as my fingers tangle in the sheets by my hips. “Such a tight cunt.” He pulls his finger out and drops down, his mouth now the one doing the teasing. He kisses my pussy, then sticks his tongue out and slides it up and down. I groan, and he chuckles against me as he reaches up to tighten the clamps with one hand while his mouth blows hot air on me.
I’m getting impatient now.
I just need… him.
And all he wants to do is play. Not that I don’t appreciate the teasing, but it’s not what my body is screaming for. Maybe that’s his trick, though. To tease me until I break, and all my thoughts are of him and how fast he can fill me.
That’s his plan—I just know it.
“Milo.”
“Hmm?”
“You won’t win this game.” But I know it’s a lie as it slips from my lips. He chuckles as he moves up to my nipple, licking it again and breathing hot air over it as his devilish eyes lock on mine.
“I’ve been losing games with you for as long as I can remember, Pretty Lady. You just never realized I was playing.” He pulls back, and his gaze skates over me, taking me all in.
From my scars to my breasts to my bare pussy.
“Milo.”
“Hmm?” He touches my inner thigh, stroking it softly before sliding up farther to touch me between my legs.
“I don’t want to play games anymore. I want to be fucked.” His brows hitch up as his eyes dance with mischief, and his hot stare penetrates me. He raises off me and stands, and my body feels cold without him. I go to get up, but the look he gives me stops me in my place.
“Did I say you can move?” he asks, and I bite my lip. A knock sounds at the door, but both of us ignore it.
My gaze tracks him as he goes to the closet again, and before I can move, he’s back, with a smirk on his face and the heels he made me try on the other day dangling from his fingers. “Put them on.”
“I told you I already have heels.”
“And I told you… I would keep a pair here to fuck you in,” he explains.
“So confident that you would fuck me?” I chuckle, and he taps my leg. When I don’t move quickly enough for him, he grabs my foot and slides the black heel on it, then does the same on the other foot. Sinister eyes lock on me as if I am his prey.
“Get on all fours,” he growls, frustrated, before he sits down on the bed and studies me with those chocolate eyes.
One would think being naked in front of a man like him would be intimidating. But it makes me feel powerful, knowing someone like him wants me. I do as he says and turn around, pushing the pillow away as I get on all fours. “Turn,” he commands, and I obey.
“Stop.” I do, with my ass facing him, and I hear the bed creak as another knock comes from downstairs.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters before I feel heat at my entrance. His mouth is there, and his tongue slides in, making me jump. He chuckles and places a hand on my back to keep me from moving. His tongue finds spots down there I didn’t even know existed. Each lick and suck is like a whole new experience until he pulls away. And before I can process what’s happening, he slides into me so painfully slow that I try to push back on him. But he knows how greedy I am already and grips my hips with his strong hands, holding me in place.
“Lissie.” My name is called, and I know it’s Letti. I pause, but Milo couldn’t care less about the possible intrusion. He thrusts, and I have to remember not to scream.
Fuck.
It feels good.
He slides in and out, one hand reaching around me to find my clit. He plays with me as his cock pistons in and out, and it feels like heaven.