Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“On my bed,” I replied.
He ran the tip of his nose, as if smelling me along my hairline. “Have you been sleeping with it?”
I nodded. It was as soft and cuddly as it looked.
His thumb began to move in a soothing motion over one of my ribs as his arm tightened around me. The brush of his lips against my head felt like a tiny bolt of electricity had been sent through me.
“Why did you name your fuck toy after me?” His voice was hoarse as his hand moved up until his thumb was touching the underside of my right breast.
I closed my eyes. My boobs felt swollen and achy. I wanted his hand to cover one or both. Something.
“My vibrator?” I breathed, trying to remember what question I was supposed to be answering.
“Mmhmm,” he murmured near my ear, pressing a kiss there.
“Because I…” Scream your name every time I get off. That was not the way to admit it.
“Tell me,” he urged, and his teeth clamped over the top of my earlobe lightly.
Why was my clit throbbing over an ear bite?
“My, uh…the things I imagine to get off,” I started and stopped, literally unable to say the rest. It made me feel too vulnerable.
Telling a guy who was in it for the fuck and then would be gone that you’d been masturbating to him for two months was handing over secrets that he didn’t need to know.
His hand moved down and started tugging up my shirt. I lifted my back enough so that he could pull it up. The simple white lace bra I was wearing wasn’t expensive, but I knew the low cut in the middle made me have great cleavage.
“What is it you imagine?” His fingers slid into the front cups and tugged them down, one at a time, until both breasts were bared to him. A deep, appreciative sound near my ear made me tremble. “Fuck, darlin’, these tits are incredible.”
A small sound whispered past my lips as I watched his hand cupping and kneading one before rolling and pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re not telling me,” he said as my head fell back on his shoulder.
“I can’t think,” I admitted.
The wet tip of his tongue trailed up my earlobe, and he hummed. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. You had a bad day. This will be all about you.”
If it was all about me, I would very much like him to fuck me.
“I want you to stand up, take off your clothes, and sit back down on this sofa, legs open,” he said, his breathing growing heavier.
Oh God. He wanted me to strip.
“That sounds like a sex position,” I said, battling with my nerves over taking off all my clothes for him.
“It could be,” he agreed as he shifted me back onto his lap, causing my thighs to open. He slid a hand under my skirt and up my inner thigh. “But tonight, it’ll just be my tongue.”
I opened my mouth to reply when his finger slid inside my folds and eased up through the slick heat. A loud cry came out instead as I lifted my hips. I had been kidding myself. Oz Jr. did not feel this good.
Oz pressed the hard length of his arousal against my bottom and groaned, “Fuck, you’re soaked already.”
Yeah, well, he kept me wet pretty regularly.
“Oz,” I panted, wanting him to sink a finger deep inside my entrance.
His finger circled my clit, teasing it while making me squirm.
“Be still,” he ordered, then placed a hard slap over the aching nub.
Jesus! Why did that feel so good?
“When you come for me the first time, it’s gonna be on my tongue. I’ve waited too long for a taste of it.”
If I wasn’t completely enraptured by the pleasure he was already causing, I would laugh. He was a little late to the game because I’d been coming for him for a while now.
His finger sank inside me then, and my walls clinched around it, hungry to be filled.
“Ah fuck, that tight cunt is needy.” His thick, dark groan almost sent me spiraling over the top.
Oz must have known because his finger was gone, and his hands were on my waist, standing me up. My legs felt shaky, but he stood up behind me, not letting go.
“You can strip for me another time,” he growled, jerking my blouse off and over my head, then moving to my skirt to unzip it.
I unhooked my bra and let it fall at my feet. My skirt was gone then, and Oz’s big fingers took the sides of my panties and pulled them down until I could step out.
A hot, wet lick ran up the crack of my bottom, and my eye went wide. That was new. I’d never had anyone back there.