Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
A knock on the door interrupts me.
“What?” River growls.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we have a situation,” a male voice says.
I open the door. A staff member stands there. “What is it?”
“It’s Ms. Livingston. Evangeline. She’s collapsed.”
EPISODE 115
VIPERS AND WRENCHES
Sebastian
I nearly knock Heather off her feet as I’m leaving the room where River and Brett are calling River’s mom. I steady her with a hand. “Sorry, sweetheart.”
She smiles. “Why? I’m not.”
“I thought you had a date with the hot tub,” I say. “That’s what you said when we all left the dinner table.”
“I’m on my way.”
I wink at her. “Your suite is one floor up.”
“I know.” She twirls a loose lock of blue-tipped hair around her finger.
“My suite is just a couple doors down.”
“Is it?”
“You should know. We spent a lot of time there last night.”
She nods. “We did.”
“Want to go there now?” I ask.
“I thought you guys had to meet with Evangeline.”
“We do, but Brett and River are on a phone call, so I have some time.”
She places her hand in mind. “Then lead the way.”
Once we’re in my suite, I close the door and pounce, slamming her against the wall and holding her hands above her head. With my other hand, I squeeze her sumptuous tits while I kiss her, plunging my tongue into her soft mouth. My cock is already rock hard, and I grind it against her as I devour her sweet lips. She tastes of wine and sweet potatoes and the uniqueness that is her.
Fuck.
I rip my mouth from hers to gasp in a breath, and then I move my hand from her tits, down her flat abdomen, and underneath her miniskirt.
I groan as her juices slide against my fingers. “You’re so responsive, Heather. You get wet faster than any woman I know.”
“I hope that’s a good thing,” she rasps out.
“It’s a damned good thing.” I let her arms go as I kneel before her and slide her skirt off her ass and onto the floor. She steps out of it. Then I hook my thumb through the waistband of her lacy thong and caress her silky thighs as I get rid of that as well.
I inhale her musky scent and glide my tongue through her soft pussy lips. She tastes even better than she did last night—like cherry syrup dripping over my tongue. I nibble at her clit a bit, and that sends her reeling.
“Please, Sebastian. God, that feels good.”
“You taste so good, baby.” I grab the cheeks of her ass and bury my nose in her pussy.
She grinds against my mouth, and that gets my cock ready to burst. I gather all my willpower and move away from her pussy.
She lets out a soft whimper.
“Don’t worry, baby,” I soothe her. “We’re far from done.”
I rise and kiss her lips, letting her taste her pussy juice on my tongue. Then I break the kiss and turn her around so she’s facing the wall. I skate my hands over her shoulders and down her sides, and then I lift her shirt up, skimming her perky breasts, and pull the top over her head.
Fuck…that viper on her shoulder.
It eyes me with demonic red eyes from its coiled position, as if it’s ready to strike. Excellent work, and so fucking sexy. I trace my finger over the snake, and then I kiss her shoulder. “You’re so hot, Heather.”
She moans.
“I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop, until that viper leaps off your shoulder and sinks its fangs into my chest.”
“God, please…” she says.
I quickly free my aching cock and in a flash I’m inside her from behind, gripping her hips as I thrust and thrust and thrust…
She’s warm, slippery, and tight. Sheer perfection. Her pussy grips me with a suction so intense I know I won’t last long.
But damn…
I could stay inside Heather all night and have no complaints.
She hasn’t come yet, though. For a split second, I recall my fingering session with Ariel in the bathroom earlier. She was in the middle of an orgasm when we got interrupted. That won’t happen with Heather. I’m going to give her such an intense—
A pounding on my door.
“You can’t be serious,” I growl.
“Who is it?” Heather asks.
“Who cares? Ignore it. They’ll go away.” I pump into her again, her silky walls engulfing me in heaven.
More knocking. Then, “Mr. Tate? Are you in there? We have an issue.”
“Fuck.” I pull out, my balls a dark shade of blue, I’m sure. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“No worries. I’ll just make myself scarce.” Heather picks up her discarded clothing and heads into my bedroom.
I stare at her until she disappears behind the bedroom door. Then I quickly rearrange myself and answer the door.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” the staff member says, “but Ms. Livingston has collapsed in her suite.”