Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“You really shouldn’t leave the door unlocked this late at night.” She tsks. “Anyone can wander in without you knowing.”
“I left it unlocked for you,” I say, locking the door and then walking over to her. “You ever play pool?” I ask, nodding to the table she’s leaning against.
“No.” She shakes her head. “Is this the part where you offer to teach me how to play?” She smiles coyly.
“Do you want to learn how to play?”
She laughs. “I can only imagine how many times you’ve used that pick up line on a woman.” She runs her hands along the blood red fabric. “I bet you’ve taught many women how to play, haven’t you?” She smirks playfully, but I can see it in her eyes, the hidden insecurity. She’s asking, without asking, if I’ve been with a lot of women.
Gripping her hips, I set her on top of the pool table and spread her creamy thighs, so I’m standing between them. Her dress rises, showing off more of her skin. “I’ve never used that line before, and I’ve never been with a woman in here.” I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’m a thirty-five year-old man, and I don’t want to play games with Celeste.
Pulling her face towards mine, I give her a hard kiss. It’s only been a couple days, but fuck if I haven’t missed the hell out of her. The longer we kiss, the deeper it goes. My hands skate along Celeste’s thighs as hers tug on my hair, pulling me closer. I can feel her heat pressed against my crotch. She’s grinding against me, trying to get herself off.
Breaking our kiss, I push her legs farther apart and drop to my knees, so my face is parallel to her pussy. Running my hands up her thighs, I find her panties and tug them down her legs. She lifts, pushing her dress up to her waist and exposing her bare cunt. It’s glistening with want, and just the thought of tasting her has my dick hardening in my jeans. I lean in and take my first lick right up her slit. Celeste’s body shivers and goosebumps pop up across her skin.
“Jase,” she murmurs softly, “what if…what if someone sees us?” Her question would be one of concern, if her tone didn’t come across like the thought of someone watching us turned her on.
I glance up at her and notice her cheeks and neck are slightly pink. Her chest is rising and falling like she’s out of breath. “What?” I ask, confused. Nobody is in here but us. I made sure of it.
“Out there.” She nods. When I glance back, I see a couple walking by. It appears as if they’re looking into the shop, but really they’re only looking at their reflection.
“It’s a one-way mirrored window. We can see out, but they can’t see in.”
“Oh,” she says, her voice breathless, confirming my suspicions.
“Does the thought of them watching us turn you on, Dimples?” I push my fingers into her tight center, and she’s dripping fucking wet. I don’t need for her to answer. It obviously does.
“I-I don’t know.” Her cheeks turn a brighter shade of pink.
“Oh, you know,” I murmur, adding another finger to the mix. “I think it turns you the fuck on to think about someone watching me as I fuck this tight cunt.” Celeste gasps and her muscles constrict. Apparently dirty talk also turns her on. While fingering her, I spread her lips with my other hand and take another lick of her sweet pussy. When I get to the top of her clit, I bite down on the swollen nub.
“You know what I think?”
“What?” she asks, the word stretching out through a soft moan.
“I think you should get this pussy pierced.” I flick my tongue over her clit and her entire body shakes with pleasure. “And nobody would ever know,” I add, remembering that her excuse for not being able to get a tattoo was because she wanted to be a model.
“I don’t know if—” Her words are cut off with a loud moan when I lean back in and suck her clit into my mouth, my teeth scraping along the sensitive flesh, and my tongue darting out to lap up her juices. I continue to fuck her with my fingers while my mouth devours her. Her fingers pull on my hair to the point of pain, telling me what I’m doing feels good. Another few licks of my tongue and pumps of my fingers, and she’s coming hard. Her juices flow down my chin and onto the pool table like a beautiful fucking waterfall. When I glance up, her head is thrown back and her back is arched as she rides out her orgasm.
After a few seconds of watching her, I pull my fingers out and yank her toward me. She comes willingly—her entire body limp from her orgasm—and I grab the back of her head, bringing her lips to mine. When she releases a low groan into my mouth, I know she’s tasted herself on me. Reluctantly breaking our kiss, I back up and grab her panties, placing each heeled foot into a hole and pulling them up her legs.