Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I think someone does.” She glanced down at his thick erection. “Want me to . . .”
He brushed aside her hands gently. “Not yet. You’ve had your fun. It’s my turn. Sit up.”
He held out his hands and she slipped hers into them. Then he drew her up and whipped off her tracksuit top, then her T-shirt. She didn’t have a bra on.
Gray cupped one breast, then lowered his mouth to suck on her nipple. He ran his tongue over the hard bud, flicking at it. She gasped, leaning back on her hands to hold herself up as he moved to her other nipple.
“Your breasts are beautiful.”
“Really?” she asked. Whoops. She hadn’t meant to sound so skeptical.
“Really,” he replied firmly. “Just like the rest of you.” He cupped her face between his hands and kissed her until her head spun.
“Lay back, girl.”
She obeyed and he started moving his way down her body with his tongue. Another kiss had her feeling drugged. There was a haze of arousal surrounding her.
He kissed each of her nipples, grazing them with his teeth, then soothing them with his tongue. She was so wet and her clit was throbbing. She tried to push her thighs together, but his legs were in the way.
“Please. Please,” she begged.
“Are your panties wet?” he asked. “Are you ready for my cock?”
Oh, yes. She was more than ready for that. She could think of little else this week but him fucking her.
“Yes, yes, they’re wet. And I’m more than ready for your cock.”
“Well, that’s too bad since you’re not getting it right now.”
“What? Nooo. Your tongue, though? I get your tongue, right?” She didn’t think she would survive otherwise.
“Maybe. Eventually.”
Maybe? Eventually? What was this crap she was hearing?
“What?” she asked, sitting up to glare at him.
He gave her a firm look back. “Lie down. What did I tell you to do before? After you sucked my cock?”
Nope.
She wasn’t going to say it.
“What did I ask you for, Maeve?”
“I can’t say it.”
“Why not? You don’t usually have a problem saying what you want.”
“Yes, but that’s different . . .”
He just stared at her. It was obvious that he was going to wait until she gave him what he wanted.
“You said for me to sit on your face.” Which she was totally not doing.
“That’s exactly what I said. And did you do it?”
“No, but you fell asleep.”
“How long did you wait in the bathroom before you came back out? Did you even need to go into the bathroom in the first place?”
“All right, fine. I knew you would go to sleep if I gave you the chance. So I made an excuse to go to the bathroom. But I don’t regret it for a second.”
“You might soon.”
Yikes. That was ominous.
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“What do you mean, I might regret that?”
“You’ll see.” He started kissing down her tummy. Well, okay, other than the fact he was touching her rounded stomach, she didn’t see much of a problem with where he was going.
He was moving the right way. Then he raised his mouth and kissed her again. Not that she was complaining because the man could kiss. By the time he finished, she was breathing heavily, her body on fire.
“You’re so damn beautiful. Even if you’re naughty.”
“I’m not naughty,” she protested as he kissed her neck, then moved lower again.
Yes. Get to the good stuff, man.
“You are. You left me to fall asleep.”
“You needed it.”
“Do you think you’re in charge?”
Hmm, seemed to her like she was. “Uh-huh.”
He lightly bit down on her nipple, making her gasp and arch her back. “Someone needs to be punished.”
Ooh, was he going to spank her?
“Punished? Me? Never.”
He snorted, then slid his tongue around her nipple and over it. She stroked her fingers through his hair.
She kind of expected him to tell her to put her hands above her head, but when he didn’t say anything, she ran her fingers down his neck.
Then he slid lower. Oh, thank goodness. Because her nipples were feeling tender, and she wanted his tongue and his fingers to touch her in other places.
But he skirted over her mound, just tonguing her clit briefly through her underwear before moving to her thighs.
Kneeling between them, he kissed up her inner thigh to the line of her panties then down the other thigh.
“Gray,” she moaned.
He was teasing and it wasn’t nice.
“Hmm?”
“Touch me there.”
“Where?” he asked.
Yikes. She thought he would have known where she meant. She moved her hand to cup her pussy.
“Oh, there? You want my mouth on your pussy?”
“Yes,” she cried. Finally, he was getting it.
“Say it then.”
“Say what?”
She leaned up on her elbows, staring down at him as he slid her panties off her legs.
Now she was bare. He stared at her and she could feel herself blushing. Could he see the cellulite on her thighs? Her rounded tummy? The stretch marks on her sides?