Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I let my head fall back as I exhaled through the sharp sting of pleasure that slammed into me. He made these gruff, inhuman noises deep in the back of his throat, one that had vibrations spearing right to my clit. He moved his mouth over me, back and forth, up and down, following the trail with his tongue, inhaling sharply, constantly, as if he couldn’t get enough of my scent. I should have felt embarrassment, mortification that he was right there, but God, all I felt was desire.
And then he started working his mouth over my clit. The underwear dimmed some of the sensation, but not enough that I didn’t feel myself start to spiral out of control. And when he slid his hands along my inner thighs, framing my pussy, tugging at the edge of my panties then bringing them inward so the material was wedged between my pussy lips, I exploded for him.
I was vaguely aware of the moan that left me, knew I was grinding myself against his face. And all the while, he hummed in approval. He stroked his thumbs along my exposed lips, murmured how good this felt for him. I was lost in the sensations, the high I felt, the pleasure moving through me the likes of which I’d never experienced before.
And only when I felt my body relax, the orgasm start to fade, only then did Mal lean back, breaking the connection so swiftly I sagged, thankful I had the strength to hold myself up. I lifted my head and stared at him with what I knew were post-euphoric hooded eyes. My face felt warm, and I had no doubt my cheeks were blushed from the orgasm. And my lips… they were parted as I panted.
And I wanted more.
“You want more?” he asked as if he read my mind.
I could only nod, not trusting my voice.
He smirked, one that was filled with so much sexual promise. Mal leaned back on the couch, and my gaze went straight to the crotch of his pants. My throat tightened as I saw the long, thick length of his cock laying against his thigh, pushing at the denim so fiercely I wondered if it would tear right through.
His legs were stretched out slightly, a very “male” and relaxed pose, I thought. And when I lifted my gaze back to his face, all but having to force myself to stop staring at how big his dick looked, it was to come face-to-face with a very aroused-looking Mal. His expression screamed possessiveness and need. I felt my nipples harden even further at the look he gave me.
“Show me, Delilah. Show me how much more you want, how far you want this to go.” His voice was deep, so very, very deep.
It was as if my body knew what to do… what Mal and I both wanted with desperation. So I leaned back, put my palms flat on the coffee table behind me, braced my weight on my hands, and just stared at him, letting him know I was on board for anything.
The slow smile that formed on his lips made my breath catch. God, he looked sexy when he did that. He patted the cushions beside him, his expression dark and almost foreboding. I swallowed, knowing what he wanted without having to hear him say the words. I lifted my legs, placing my feet where his hands had just been—right on either side of his tree-trunk thighs.
For long moments, all Mal did was stare at my face. I was only in a pair of now soaked panties, the cotton molded to my pussy lips, and I knew he’d be able to see everything. Hell, he’d just had his face down there, his mouth working over me through the underwear like he’d been so hungry for me he hadn’t been able to stop himself.
And I just sat there, trying to calm my breathing, knowing he was dragging this out because we both got so turned on by the anticipation. I tasted that realization in the air.
Then he flicked his eyes between my thighs, and I watched how his jaw tightened, a muscle ticking under the flesh. He leaned back on the couch, taking on a relaxed stance, as if he had all the time in the world to just stare at me.
And he did.
The seconds turned into minutes, and I found myself squirming slightly, his gaze so penetrating I felt like he was touching me.
“How far are you willing to take this, Delilah?”
I swallowed and promptly licked my lips. All the way. “How far do you want to take this?” I fired back but softer, more hesitant. He stared into my eyes and smirked. He fucking smirked, and I found myself shifting on top of the coffee table, my nipples tingling, my pussy having a fresh wave of wetness spilling from it.