Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 124005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
I grab her hand and tug her toward the elevator. We’re not alone on the way up, so I behave myself. But the second we’re inside her apartment, I take her face in my hands.
She covers my mouth with her palm. “We need to set some ground rules.”
I back off. “Right. Lay them on me.”
“No kissing.”
I frown. “Why no kissing?” I must think about the two kisses we’ve shared at least a hundred times a day.
“Because I said no kissing. This is only about orgasms.”
“Okay.” I’ll give up kissing for orgasms. For now. “What else?”
“Uh…” She runs her hand through her hair. “When I’m done you have to leave.”
“Got it. Orgasms, then out. Anything else?”
Her tongue sweeps across her bottom lip. “I think that’s it. For now.”
“Cool.” I step forward, and she steps back, bumping into the kitchen island. She grips the edge of the counter as I move into her personal space. “I can make you come now?”
It’s all I want. I never thought I’d have the opportunity to propose getting her off, let alone be the one to touch her. I’ve dreamed of her pussy since I was fifteen. I have to concentrate to keep my hands from shaking.
“You can try.”
I stroke her cheek, one corner of my mouth tipping up as I work a knee between her thighs. “Oh honey, I’m going to do a hell of a lot more than try. I’ll have you screaming my name before we’re done.” I drop my head and kiss the edge of her jaw.
“No kissing.”
“I’m not even close to your lips. I need to get you worked up first.” I push her hair over her shoulders and ghost my lips along the column of her throat.
“I’m already worked up,” she mutters.
“Should I find out if that’s true?” I trail my fingers over her collarbones and cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples through layers of fabric. No one has better tits than Wills. So damn perfect.
“If you want to make this better for me, you should take your shirt off.” She slides her hand under my T-shirt and runs her nails up my chest.
I reluctantly stop kissing her neck and lose my shirt, tossing it on the island. “Better?”
She sighs as her eyes move over me. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”
“And you’re stunning. I can’t wait to get my hands all over you.” I grab her by the waist and lift her onto the counter. “Make you come all over my fingers.” She looks incredible in her dress today. Professional, but so damn sexy. I slide my hands up her strong thighs, pushing them apart. I want to get her naked and worship every inch of her, but a bigger part of me wants all the things I missed out on with her in high school—like third base fully clothed. I resume kissing her neck, fingers gliding along the edge of her panties. They’re satin and lace. Probably pretty and sexy. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Wills.”
“Stop talking and start doing.” She shimmies out of her panties and drops them on the floor, then grabs my hand and guides it between her thighs.
“So fucking bossy.” I bite the edge of her jaw. “I love it.”
I brush my fingers over her sex and slip one between her folds, skimming her swollen clit. “So wet.” I slide my other hand into her hair and curl my fingers. Then I lean back, lips hovering an inch away from her mouth as I ease a single finger inside her. “So soft. So perfect.”
Her eyes flutter shut on a sigh.
I withdraw my finger and circle her clit as I tug her hair. “Open your eyes, honey. I want them on me when I’m making you come.”
“Less talking, more finger-fucking, Dallas.”
“You mean like this?” I slide two fingers inside her and pump.
“Oh God.” She grips my wrist. “More of that.”
I curl again as she moves the fabric of her skirt out of the way. Her gaze drops to where my fingers disappear inside her.
“Such a pretty little pussy. You look so fucking good stretched around my fingers.”
“The shit that comes out of your mouth.” Her eyes roll up as I curl my fingers again.
“I bet you taste like honey, honey. Next time I’m going to fuck this sweet, tight pussy with my tongue.”
She gives me a look that doesn’t quite land since she also moans and rolls her hips. “Oh my God, stop running your mouth.”
I shake my head. “I can’t. You feel too good. So soft, and hot, and wet. I’m going to make this pussy weep for me.” My fingers make a liquid sound on the next curl. “I love that sound.”
“Seriously, Dallas.” Her legs are shaking and she tightens around my fingers. “Your mouth is a problem.”
“I think you like my dirty mouth more than you want to admit. But if you really want me to shut up, you have two options. You can let me taste this pretty pussy, or you can let me kiss your smart mouth.” I add a third finger. “The choice is yours, honey.”