Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Above me, she gasps. I slide one finger along the wet lips of her sex. “You ever look at yourself here?”
“No.”
“You should. It’s the sexiest sight in the world. I could probably come just staring at you, but I’m done looking. It’s time to feast.”
CHAPTER 8
CLOVER
I dig my fingers into Dylan’s hair. The man was not kidding. He wants to touch and taste every part of me. If not for the pleasure I’m lost in, I might cry. You never know how much you long for something until it’s there at your fingertips.
“Oh God.” I moan as Dylan’s tongue circles my clit. His fingers dig into my thighs to spread them open wider, giving him all the room he needs.
“I love you calling me God, Irish, but I want my name on your lips.”
“Dylan.” I tug on his hair. “Less talk.”
“You don’t want to hear my voice?” He smirks.
“No! I want to feel your mouth.” I don’t have to ask him again. He buries his face back between my thighs. His tongue slips lower this time. He stiffens it and thrusts it in and out of me. My hips start to rock, wanting more of what he’s giving me. But as much as I love this new sensation, I want more. I need more. Something bigger, thicker.
He pulls his tongue out, replacing it with a finger. That hadn’t been what I was thinking, but I’ll take it. Right now, I’ll take anything.
“You’re tight.” He pushes his finger in and out slowly. He suddenly stops.
“Dylan! You’ve wanted in my pants all night, why are you teasing me?” I’d murder him, but I’m already addicted to him and his mouth.
“You’re a virgin.” My heart sinks. If I wasn’t already flushed before, I sure am now. My face warms all over. Does that change something? I try to close my thighs, which is pointless because he’s between them. “Has anyone ever licked you, Irish?” He licks his glistening lips that are coated with me. I’m soaked. I didn’t even know a girl could get this wet. I shake my head no. He closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath.
“Dylan?” I ask, unsure of what his reaction means.
“Yeah?” He starts to thrust his finger in and out of me again.
“Nothing.” I drop my head back, not wanting to say anything that may cause him to stop again. I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life, and I don’t want it to end.
“Not nothing. It’s everything,” I hear him say before his mouth is back on my clit. This time, he doesn’t tease me. He gives me exactly what I need. I cry out his name as the orgasm hits me hard with only a few flicks of his tongue. He doesn’t stop. Dylan drinks it down and keeps going. One orgasm turns into another. It’s too much.
“Dylan, I can’t.” I shake my head no while tightening my hold on his hair, not really wanting him to stop.
“I want one more. I know you can give it to me. Please,” he begs as he hooks his fingers, hitting a spot deep inside of me. I’m not sure what he did, but the pleasure is so intense, my vision blurs as I scream out his name. This orgasm is different from the others. It comes from somewhere deep inside of me. It explodes out.
My whole body goes limp. I don’t know how, but the next thing I know, I’m in Dylan’s arms and he’s carrying me up to my place above the bar.
“You don’t have a lock on this door?” My eyes flutter open.
“Why would I need one?” The bar is locked.
“You ever up here while the bar is open?” He carries me over to my small sofa and sets me down on it. I glance from my couch to him. He’ll never be able to sleep on this thing, but I think in the back of my mind I knew that.
“Sometimes.” Dylan shakes his head, not caring for my answer as he goes back over to close the door behind us.
“Someone could come up here.”
“With a bar full of people?”
“Yeah, they could come up here while you’re working too. They could wait for everyone to leave and for you to be all alone.” The look on his face grows more concerned.
“Oh.” I’d never thought about that. Before my father passed, we hadn’t used the small apartment above it for anything more than an office. I swallow a lump that has formed in my throat. Dylan’s words are the same as my dad would have said to me if he were here.
I moved up here right after I lost him. I couldn’t bear to stay in my childhood home. It no longer felt like a home at all without him there. I grabbed what I thought I might need from it and haven't gone back. James lives across the street from it, so someone is watching it to a degree.