Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Before she could respond, I captured her lips, tasting her sweet gasps as she moaned into my mouth. Sliding my hand down the front of her dress, I could already feel the wetness pooling between her thighs as soon as I got to her silk panties.
Not wanting to waste another minute without being inside her, I pulled her toward the black, cushioned tattoo chair.
Trailing my lips down to her ear, I whispered, “Bend over for me like a good girl, baby.”
“Zane,” she breathed but didn’t protest. She gripped the chair arms as I scooted behind her, running my fingers down her dress before hiking the soft material around her waist.
Crouching down, I easily pulled her wet panties to the side before I put my lips to her swollen pussy. She gasped, spreading her legs even farther, giving me access to the prize that I’d never get enough of, no matter how long we were together.
A few swirls of my tongue, and she was already coming, letting me lap up her sweet essence.
But I wasn’t done there.
I’d almost been tempted to let that kid stay and make my baby scream loud enough to let that little fucker know she was mine. But nobody had ever heard her come other than me.
Standing, I undid my belt buckle and jeans, letting them fall to the ground before I gripped her waist.
“Hold on tight, baby,” I growled.
Like a good girl, Ellery did as she was told, her hands going around the leather of the seat as she pushed her ass closer to me.
Sliding into her warm and waiting pussy was like coming home, and I instantly growled, feeling her tighten around me.
“Yes, Zane, you feel so good this way,” she murmured.
The sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the empty studio, and I pushed harder, each thrust bringing me closer to the brink.
But I wasn’t going to go before my woman.
Reaching between us, I circled her clit with my thumb, her wetness coating my fingers as she writhed against me.
“That’s it. Come for me. Scream my name. Tell me you’re mine.”
I thrusted harder as she squeezed her tight pussy, massaging my dick.
“Yes, yes, Zane,” she screamed.
“Fuck, yeah. Take my cock, baby. Milk it.”
“Give it to me,” she begged, gripping harder onto the chair and pushing back against me.
“That’s my good girl,” I growled as she clenched my cock, coming hard around me.
I followed soon after, shouting in ecstasy as her muscles rippled around me, prolonging my climax.
When I could finally catch my breath again, I grabbed some of the towels from the stack under my work table and knelt to clean her up.
“Feel better?” she teased with a big smile.
“I don’t know, maybe I should remind us who you belong to one more time,” I drawled as I pushed to my feet.
Ellery giggled, and I smiled. “I love you, Zane Whiskey Thomas,” she whispered.
“Love you, too, baby. Let’s go get our munchkins and go home.”
My wife glanced around and frowned. “Don’t you have a client?”
“I’ll reschedule.” My tone turned gruff when I added, “First I’m gonna tell that little shit with the wandering eyes to come back and scrub every inch of this place again. With a fucking toothbrush.”