Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Who’s we?” I argued, but there was no heat to it. Lotto’s wandering hand had most of my attention.
He shifted onto his knees, grabbing onto my other thigh. “You and Frankie.” He smirked as his hands pushed into the bottoms of my basketball shorts. I gritted my teeth to keep from groaning. “She knows I’m with her.”
“There’s gotta be another way.” I swallowed. Lotto dug his nails into my flesh, and my cock throbbed. It was already half-hard with just the faintest touches. “Something we haven’t thought of.”
“That means you should talk to her.” Lotto’s grin turned into a smirk when he brushed his hand over my dick. I shifted to open my legs wider so he could grab it through my boxers. “Maybe when you’re a little less pissed off so she doesn’t roundhouse kick you to the head.”
“So tomorrow?”
Lotto didn’t answer my question. He hummed and started stroking my cock through my boxers, settling between my legs.
“How about I help you relax before that?”
I swallowed and nodded. Lotto always knew how to make me feel better, whether with his words, his mouth, or his cock. He pulled his hands from my shorts and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. He ghosted along my chest and sides as he kissed me, everything about his motions feather-light. It was as frustrating as it was calming.
When his tongue swiped my lower lip, I opened on command. As soon as our tongues met, I moaned into his mouth. It was deliberately slow, small flicks and twirls that had me sitting on the edge of my seat. I melted into him and let him lead. He ran his tongue over everything, just like his hands all over my body. I tried to throw my head back when he flicked my nipples through my undershirt. But Lotto held onto my chin, forcing my head back down so I couldn’t move.
He kissed me like I was sweet tea on a hot summer’s day. The slow, deep passion he poured into our kiss made my cock throb. I trusted Lotto with my everything. After so long together, he knew exactly how to take care of me and bring me down from the edge. Or in this case, bring me to the edge. I swallowed my impatience, and he swallowed my moan. Lotto caught my bottom lip in his teeth, sucking and nipping until it was plump and red.
I panted for breath as he kissed down the column of my throat, tracing my tattoos with his tongue. He touched everywhere but my pulsing cock. In frustration, I jerked my hips up, but it only made him chuckle. He pushed me down onto the chair with strong hands, hot breath fanning my skin with his murmur.
“I’m going to take my time with you. Make sure you’re begging for me and then tease you some more. Don’t even think about moving or I’m walking away.”
I grunted. That sounded like hell on Earth… and just what I needed right now.
Lotto made a mess of my neck and collarbones, sucking traces of him until they bloomed red and blue. He pushed his hands under my shirt and dragged his nails over my abs. I grabbed onto the chair to keep from bucking into him. Lotto wasn’t playing around. One wrong move and he’d leave me to an extremely cold shower, and jerking it out alone wouldn’t ease the fire growing within me.
Lotto swirled his tongue along my collarbones at the same pace he circled my nipples. They hardened almost painfully. He pulled and twisted, smirking when I groaned and shifted helplessly. My entire body was on edge. This was so much worse than the fight with the others earlier. My cock twitched and leaked against my boxers every time he tugged my hard nipples.
Thank fuck he showed me some mercy. With just two tugs, my shirt was in a pile on the floor. Lotto took a nipple into his mouth and grabbed my cock through my shorts. Every single stroke was painfully slow. He grazed the tip of my dick with his fingers but never fully touched. Begging was on the tip of my tongue. I was about to explode, and he hadn’t even fucking touched me yet.
My skin was on fire, hair on my arms rising when he bit down on my nipple. I couldn’t help it. I ground my hips up into his hand for more friction.
Lotto pulled away from my chest with an all-knowing smirk. “Are you ready to beg yet?”
“Hurry up,” I growled and grabbed onto his shoulder. I tried to push him down, but he easily swatted my hand away.
“If you’re not relaxed, I can stop.”
A smirk. A challenge. A promise. Lotto had me in the palm of his damn hands. I gritted my teeth and dropped my hand back to the chair, gripping so hard it creaked. Lotto continued making a mess of my chest and nipples, stroking my cock so slowly I wanted to scream. He was playing with me. Winding me up. By the time he was done licking and sucking everywhere on my chest, I was pretty sure one round wasn’t going to be enough.