Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I take my box of papers and meet him there.
“How’d it go?”
“She wants to train me.”
He groans. “Fuck, you’re going to be even hotter if you know how to drop me.”
“I like the thought of that.” I sweep past him and greet the board. This time, I’m not alone. And this time, I won’t fail.
I wake up with a start, then realize Lucius has slid on top of me, his hard body pressing me down into the bed.
“Good morning,” he murmurs against my neck.
“It certainly is.” I run my hands down his back and just enjoy his kisses. Then I jolt.
“What?” He meets my gaze.
“I have to meet Stella. I won’t be late.” I push against him, but he doesn’t move.
“We’ve been working all week. Are you sure you have to go right now?”
I twist to see the clock on the nightstand. “Oh my god, I don’t even have time to shower!”
“What’s a few minutes between new friends?” He runs his tongue down my chest, his cock already nudging at my entrance.
“I’m going to get there on time and make a good impression or so help me, Lucius, I’ll come back here and shoot you again.”
“Well, when you put it like that…” He groans and rolls away from me.
I jump up and run to the bathroom, finding my toothbrush and going to work on my teeth with one hand as I dig around in the pile of clean clothes I’d brought with me to Lucius’s house.
He stands in the doorway watching me, his nude form so damn delectable in the morning light.
“Stop trying to tempt me.” I spit, then grab an elastic and whip my hair into a ponytail.
He scrubs a hand down his face as he stares at my ass. “You know, I set the alarm clock forward fifteen minutes.”
I rinse the toothpaste out of my mouth. “What?”
“I set the clock ahead so you wouldn’t be late. I know how much this means to you.”
Turning, I ask, “Are you being serious?”
“Yes. Why would I lie about getting up even earlier?” He scratches his head.
His cock is at full attention.
I saunter toward him, and his eyes light with heat. “So I have time?”
“Yes.” He nods, then reaches out and pulls me to him. “Time for some quick stress relief.” He lifts me by my ass, and I squeal as he carries me to the bed.
“Put me down.” I bite his shoulder.
“Only if it’s on my cock.” He kneads my ass.
“No. You sit.” I point to the bed.
“Oh.” He puts me down. “I see.”
“Not yet, but you will.” I drop to my knees in front of him.
He doesn’t sit, just stares down at me as he fists his thick cock. “You going to suck me like a good girl?” His husky tone makes my core hot and wet.
I open my mouth, waiting.
He groans at the sight and presses his head against my tongue. “I’m going to paint this white, Evie. You want that?”
In answer, I take him to the back of my throat.
His hips jerk forward, and he grips my ponytail with one hand. I dig my nails into the backs of his thighs, my body on fire for him as I start nodding on his cock. He’s thick and so, so hard. A little drool slips from my lips, and I try to back off to wipe it away, but he holds onto my ponytail, guiding me forward. I swallow, my throat contracting around his head.
He groans and stares down at me. “Such a good fucking girl.”
I slip one hand between my legs as I work my tongue along his shaft.
“Fuck yes, play with that pussy.” He tightens his grip on my ponytail and thrusts into my mouth. He’s pure dominance, taking what he wants as I stroke my clit and hollow my cheeks.
My tension mounts, my body singing with arousal as I roll my hips against my fingers.
“Ah fuck.” He thrusts harder.
I gag a little, my eyes watering, and the next time he meets my gaze, he looks almost unhinged. So damn sexy, so caught up in the two of us.
“I’m going to come on that pink tongue,” he grates. “Show it to me.” He grabs my other hand and wraps it around his cock.
I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Somehow, the utter filthiness of it turns me on even more. My orgasm hits from everywhere all at once. I moan as I come, my pussy throbbing with each wave of pleasure.
Lucius grunts, his cock thickening even more, and then he sprays my tongue, coating it with him as I lick his head and get as much of him as I can. When he’s spent, I close my mouth and swallow.
He staggers back and sits on the bed. “Holy shit.” He looks at me, at the come dripping along my chin. “You’re like the Sistine Chapel. Just look at that art.”