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)
“I look at him, and he smiles a big smile at me. It takes everything in me not to tell this man that I’m falling in love with him.” I pause, and his tongue moves a little faster as he inserts his finger. I moan and quickly look back at the book. “He leans down, and before I can confess anything to him, his lips find mine, and his body applies more pressure as my legs open wider. He slides straight into me, and I pause the kiss, my mouth open, but his lips don’t stop moving, and somehow I manage to catch up to him and kiss him back.”
It's hard for me to concentrate on the words when his mouth is working wonders down below, but I somehow manage to read them. And as I turn the page, he inserts another finger and applies pressure to my clit with his tongue. The book is all but forgotten as I drop it next to me, my hands clutching his white bedspread as a soft moan leaves me.
I feel it.
I’m so close.
So fucking close.
He doesn’t stop, and I wonder if he’s also forgotten about the book.
My heels dig into his back as I wrap my legs around him. When I come, he takes one last lick, sending my body into a fucking shock of happiness. It literally feels like I’m coming down from the best high I have ever been on.
“You stopped reading,” he says as his hands wrap around my hips. Milo pulls me so my ass is on the edge of the bed, and I can feel him there.
I lean up on my elbows and smile. “Best head ever,” I say.
“I should fucking hope so,” he retorts and looks between us as he notches himself at my entrance. “Now, inch by fucking inch, you will read me the next page.” I look at him, confused, and he nods to the book. “Every sentence gets an inch. And, baby, there are more than six inches.”
I feel him there, but he doesn’t make a move to push inside. I lie back down and grab the book.
“Good girl,” he says as I open the book to a random page. I couldn’t care less where we were.
“The way he grips my hair like he’s done it a thousand times is my all-time favorite thing in this world, apart from the way he stares at me. That is the best.” I look away from the book as he pushes his tip in.
“Read,” he demands.
“I just want him to fuck me.”
“Was that the book or you?” he asks with a smirk.
I sigh and actually go back to the book.
“His hands are always tender but rough at the same time, never hurting me but rough enough that I love it,” I read, then look up at him. He slides in a little further. I feel myself pulsing down there—the need, the hum is everywhere.
It’s torturous.
“He whispers in my ear before I feel him right where I need him the most. He doesn't care that people are around. Heck, neither do I.” I groan as he moves again.
“Fuck me,” I moan.
“I’m trying, but you aren’t reading fast enough, Pretty Lady,” he says, and his face looks as strained as I feel.
I read as fast as I can this time. “People are walking by everywhere, and it’s the middle of the day, but he doesn’t seem to care. I mean, I’m straddling his lap in his car.” He slides in farther. “I take as much of him as I possibly can before he leans forward and bites my shoulder.” Deeper. “I start to move on him, and the way he breathes my name through those lips I love to touch is like kryptonite.” I throw the book as he pushes in again and lift my hips to him. He slides the rest of the way in, and I groan in pleasure.
“That’s my Pretty Lady,” he says as I scream. The buildup and the pressure get to be too much, and his hips start to move, fast and hard, his fingers on my clit, rubbing small circles over the sensitive bud. A part of me wants to push his hand away, while the other is ready for the explosion I know it’s about to give.
He pushes in and then stops. I try to move my hips, and he laughs before he moves again. And this time, he fucks me like he can’t get enough of me, and I take it because I can’t get enough of him.
When he comes, I do as well.
He falls forward, laying his head on my breasts. “Will have to find a new book soon,” he mumbles, and when I turn my head, I can see I’ve torn the pages and ripped some out.
Chapter 31
Milo
“I’m such a fucking sinner, and I love it.”