Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
“Can I get you something?” Max asks. “A cocktail? Some water?”
“The only thing you can get me is a kiss, if you’ve got one to spare.”
Max doesn’t hesitate. With a smile on his face and his blue eyes blazing, he takes a step forward, slides his big palms to my cheeks, and plants a surprisingly tender kiss on my lips while cradling my face.
Jesus Christ.
He’s good.
Max’s lips on mine are tentative at first. Exploratory. Soft. Perfect. There’s nothing worse than a man shoving his tongue down my throat and thinking it’s a turn-on. Clearly, Max is letting my lips acclimate to his. He’s taking my temperature. Or maybe he’s simply teasing me. Waiting for my lips to nonverbally beg him for more. Whatever he’s doing, it’s working like a charm, because in two seconds flat, a pulsing has announced itself between my legs. A delicious ache that makes me yearn for a deeper, more passionate kiss. And then, whatever he’s got for me behind those slacks.
I open my mouth slightly and slide my tongue gently against his lips, inviting him to deepen our kiss, and he does. My lips and tongue receive his new entreaties with enthusiasm, so he quickly takes things further. He slides his arms around me, presses his hardness against me, and devours my mouth like a starving man eating his favorite meal.
Yes.
From this perfect, masterful, passionate kiss alone, I know this hottie is going to be leagues apart from the two fools I slept with this week, both of whom I thoroughly regret now. Good lord, based on this kiss, I’m betting Max is going to be in my Hall of Fame. And I’m so here for it after the week I’ve had. Frankly, this fun little tryst couldn’t have come at a better time.
The pulsing between my legs has morphed into a banging, clanging aching drumbeat. So much so, I can tell my arousal is beginning to soak the cotton crotch of my G-string.
After a gentle suck to my lower lip, Max leaves my mouth and kneels before me, his blue eyes ablaze. As I shudder with anticipation, he looks up at me and slowly unzips my pants.
I nod enthusiastically, letting him know I’m one thousand percent consenting to being eaten out by this talented kisser, and he flashes me a wicked grin in reply. Max quickly finishes the task of getting my bottom half naked, and once I’m bared to him, he grips my ass, leans into me, and dives into his hungry work.
“Oh, god,” I blurt the instant Max’s warm tongue touches the most sensitive spot on my body. It takes no time at all for Max to find the right rhythm with his swirling tongue, confident lips, and talented fingers—a rhythm that wobbles my knees and pulls deep moans of ecstasy from my throat. Within minutes, I’m physically jerking and spasming with pleasure—I’m gyrating into his mouth like I’m fucking his face as my pleasure hurtles toward what’s surely going to be an insanely delicious orgasm.
I’ve got a nifty little sex toy at home that’s supposed to mimic the sensation of oral sex being performed, but as effective as that feat of engineering is, it’s now clear it doesn’t even come close to the real thing when it’s done well. Lord have mercy on my soul; this talented man is taking me to heaven on Earth. My idea of Nirvana.
I grip Max’s close-cropped blonde hair as he licks and laps and becomes ever more enthusiastic and voracious. I’m not normally into blue-eyed blondes like Max; they generally lack a certain kind of intensity that gets me off. A certain kind of bad-boy, I’d-burn-the-world-down-for-you vibe I’ve always been a glutton for. With his silver hair, Alexander was one of the few exceptions to my usual affinity for dark-haired men. And now, the golden god between my legs is an exception, too. Based on Max’s innate intensity, it turns out even blonde, blue-eyed hotties are capable of coming across as mafia hitmen under the right circumstances. Or at least, this one is—and the effect on my body is easy to surmise. I’m reeling. Feeling dizzy. So turned on I can barely stand.
I whimper loudly, suddenly feeling like I’m in the waiting room of The Promised Land. Standing right outside its doors, waiting for them to swing open at any second.
I groan at full volume this time, as my pleasure ramps up acutely. And then, wobble in place as my legs betray me. And all the while, Max grips my ass fiercely, keeping me in place, and methodically continues his masterful work with his tongue, lips, and fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” I choke out. I grip the top of Max’s head fiercely. “Don’t stop anything. Just like that. Oh, God, baby. Yes. Yes.”
Everything freezes inside me like my soul has been shot out of my body—and two seconds later when my soul abruptly reenters its container, I’m slammed with a forceful orgasm that sends my nerve endings through a proverbial paper shredder. The signals in my brain are screaming “pain!” and “pleasure!”, all at once. And then, nothing but pleasure, pleasure, pleasuuuuure.