Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” Troy replies, sucking in a breath. “Yeah, that sounds like Grey.”
He grips both sides of my head and holds me in place.
My spit slides down his cock, dripping over my hand and onto my chest. I look up at him, running my tongue over the head, and wait for him to tell me what to do.
“Do you want your little mouth fucked?” he asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Is that what you want?”
I nod slowly, grinning.
Troy winds his fingers through my hair so tightly that I gasp. He thrusts his cock past my lips, and then slides back out.
“Good,” he says softly. “That’s what I like.”
He pushes into my mouth again, holding my head in place.
A breeze whips across the balcony, knocking my robe off my shoulder. I suck my spit as best as I can, but most of it runs down onto my hands as I tug gently on his balls.
He moans as he pumps into my mouth. This time, it goes a little farther, hitting the back of my throat. I gag.
“Come on,” he says, easing but not stopping. “You can take it. I know you can.”
Oh, shit.
I slurp around him, my breaths coming out in short bursts. His gaze is hot as he watches me take him in. It’s the height of arousal, the one thing that makes me needier than anything else—knowing I’m the object of his pleasure.
He presses harder, deeper into my mouth.
“I’m going to come,” he says.
I tug on his balls again, making him groan.
“If you don’t want this in your mouth, tell me now.”
Instead of telling him I don’t want it, I position myself to take even more.
He groans, his cock swelling between my lips as his body begins to shake.
I moan around him, digging my nails into his ass.
“Be ready to swallow, Doll.” He sucks in a breath. “Motherfucker.”
His body tenses and trembles as he shoots his cum down the back of my throat. My eyes burn as I accept it all, unable to pull away.
Not that I want to. This is the best seat in the house.
Troy’s chin is aimed toward the sky, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he strains from the force of his orgasm. It is, without a doubt, the absolute sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
After a final full-body shiver, he slides out of my mouth.
“Damn,” he says, releasing my hair. He chuckles. “I just came so hard I can’t see straight.”
I laugh, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
He helps me to my feet.
“Are you still there?” the neighbor shouts.
“I gotta go take care of something,” Troy shouts. “It was nice talking with you.”
“Yeah, you, too. Enjoy your stay.”
Troy grins at me. “I have enjoyed my stay. And now you’re about to enjoy yours.” He scoops me up and hustles me inside.
My stomach clenches as I wonder what he’s going to do. I know what I want him to do.
I pant as he carries me into the room closest to the patio—an office. He flips on a light, surveys the scene, and swipes everything to one side with his forearm.
Holy shit.
“Here you go,” he says, setting me on the desk.
I laugh. “Do you even know whose desk this is?”
“Nope. Don’t care.” He smirks. “But you’re about to come all over it.”
Oh, fuck.
My core tenses as a shot of adrenaline spikes in my veins. Troy lays me back and then drags my ass to the edge of the desk.
The desktop is cool against my skin. I shiver as I look between my knees. How does he seem even more attractive to me right now?
“Tell me what you like,” he says, his eyes blazing. “I need you to feel as good as you just made me feel.”
He spreads my knees to the sides and then extends one leg. His eyes on mine, he plants kisses down the inside of my leg. The closer he gets to my pussy, the slower the kisses become.
“I’m literally so worked up right now that if you touch my clit, I’ll probably die,” I say.
He chuckles against my thigh. “Better not do that yet then.”
“No, you should. Like now.”
I reach to touch myself, but he captures my wrist.
“Don’t.” He blows across my pussy, making me writhe on the desk. “You don’t come until I say you do.”
“How is that fair?’
“It’s not. But that’s the game we’re playing.”
I laugh through my frustration. “Wait until the next time I’m in control of the game and see what happens.”
He licks up my other thigh, making me moan.
“Doll, you’re never in control, but it’s cute that you think you are.”
“Keep talking shit, and you won’t touch my pussy.”
He laughs. “One of us is shit-talking right now. The one dripping all over Lincoln Landry’s desk.”
“I—oh, fuck.”
Troy’s tongue touches the bottom of my slit, making me quiver. He drags the tip of his tongue through my wetness and over my clit.