Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
One brush of his thumb over my budded peak puckers them both even more, and goosebumps break across my skin. It feels divine but almost too slow.
I want to be taken hard.
Consumed.
I want to be fucked.
“Please,” I beg, desperate to answer the pleading thuds of my clit that haven’t been quiet for a single second today. Its pulse has been frantic since breakfast, its beat as noticeable as the ping of the button in Laken’s pants when he yanks on the zipper so ruefully that it bounces across the tiled floor.
His eagerness sends a pleasing shiver through my body and doubles my boldness. A second after he yanks his pants past his delicious ass, I slot my hand between his mouthwatering V muscle and his cotton boxer shorts. I stroke him in rhythm to his pants hitting my neck as he rolls the stiff peaks of my nipples between each index finger and thumb. It is a fast, needy pace that announces I wish to make him as unhinged as the urge to come is making me.
I’m desperate to be beneath him, to be stretched by him.
Desperate enough to beg.
“Please, oh, god. Please. I need more.”
I push on his head until it falls from my neck, past my breasts, and then to my stomach.
“Shy, my fucking ass.”
When I glare at him before continuing with my quest for his mouth to add to the mess his smile caused my panties, Laken’s lips rise against my blistering skin. But instead of teasing me for my eagerness, he encourages the unladylike gap between my legs by placing his head between them and blowing a hot breath across my panty-covered slit.
“Oh, god.” I’m not sure if I murmur this comment or shout it out loud. I can’t view the world in the same way. How could I? The only man who's ever given me head is sucking my clit into his mouth through my panties and swirling his tongue around it, his impatience too noticeable to ignore.
He hasn’t removed an article of clothing. We’re both fully dressed, yet we’re making out like we’re at a club where clothing is optional.
After dragging my panties to the side, Laken feasts on me like he didn’t just consume four tacos for supper. He licks, sucks at me, and drives my clit wild with his tongue.
Once I’m drenched front to back, he stuffs a thick, blunt finger inside me, making me gasp.
Need flares through me as one husky moan after another leaves my mouth. I’m burning up everywhere and seconds from detonation. But Laken doesn’t stop.
He continues to devour me.
Consume me.
Make me senseless with need.
And I love every damn minute of his attention now as much as I did when we worked on songs he promised will be worldwide hits.
When Laken adds a second finger to the first, the stars floating in front of me augment to fireworks. They’re bright and blistering and announce the same thing.
I’m about to come.
“I can’t hold back.”
My warning has only just left my mouth when a brutal climax slams into me.
I ride the wave for as long as possible, my moans as loud as Laken’s grunts as he tries to keep up with the deluge. He annihilates every drop of my cum with so much eagerness a second orgasm quickly follows the first.
It is the strongest, most prolonged, most blinding climax I’ve ever experienced.
It takes everything from me, so by the time I blink through the haze it caused, Laken’s boxer shorts have joined his pants around his knees, and he’s fisting his cock in his hand, attempting to strangle the beast.
My inner muscles flutter when I take in the droplet balled at the end. Pre-cum leaks from his cock, but before I can sample it, Laken fills his hands with my ass and shuffles us to the only solid wall in the room.
Since I refuse to shower with an audience, the frosted glass wall separating the washroom from the main part of my room has offered me a ton of privacy I haven’t had since Knox became a part of my life.
I can’t say the same this time around, though.
When Laken braces my back against the cool material before slipping my panties to the side, I’m confident my shadow can’t be missed.
Although I can’t recall if Laken closed the door on his way in, at the moment, I don’t care. Nothing but the subsequent chase is on my mind, and the race is so fast every muscle in my body pulls taut when Laken lines up the head of his cock with the opening of my pussy and prepares to drive home.
“Nicole…” I can barely hear Laken over the pounding of my pulse in my ears, but there’s no doubt whose name he speaks when he sinks into me for the first time this week.