Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
She clutched my arm, feeling every muscle I used to penetrate her again and again.
Last night, she’d fought a long journey to reach that pinnacle of falling.
Tonight, she started coming before I’d had my fill.
Wait…
Moving my bulk, I went to pull her shorts down so I could taste her again. Only her fingers locked in my hair and dragged me back.
She kissed me like a hellcat, forcing me to give up my attempt at licking her.
I settled for my hand instead.
The blindfold stopped me from seeing the shock and unravelling of her orgasm in her eyes. Her mouth opened wide beneath mine, and I took full advantage as her core went tight around my fingers, then detonated outward with waves of powerful clenches.
Her moans turned to whimpers the longer her release lasted until finally she shuddered, hiccupped, and pulled away from our kiss. “Stop, I’m…it’s too sensitive.”
My fingers stilled immediately. My thumb released the pressure on her clit.
She melted into a puddle beneath me on the couch, sweat misting her face, a single droplet glittering in the hollow of her collarbone.
Bending my head, I licked and nipped my way down her throat, coating her in goosebumps until I reached that salty drop and claimed it for my own.
Neither of us spoke.
I didn’t think we could converse in words anymore.
The longer we lay there, sweaty and sex-crazed, the more I noticed I was paralysed from the waist down. The blood-burning, nerve-slicing, bone-crippling need to come hijacked my ability to move.
Shit.
Stretching beneath me, growing drowsy from her climax, Sailor stupidly brushed against my throbbing cock.
I made a noise I wasn’t proud of. Something tortured and dying, guttural and animalistic.
She froze.
Her hand went to the eye mask as if to tear it off.
I fumbled for my skull scarf, trying to wrench it over my mouth and nose, but…she sucked in a breath and lowered her hand, staying blindfolded.
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she wriggled a little beneath me. “That’s two debts I owe you now.”
Her leg shifted, pressing against my cock again.
My teeth snapped together. My body burned with catastrophic agony.
Forcing myself to override the paralysing torment in my lower half, I swung my legs off the couch and sat up. My head swam. I clutched my temples, instantly regretting that decision because all I could smell was Sailor on my fingers. All I could see was her glistening desire.
My stomach clenched. My thighs hardened. My cock threatened to come without any other stimulation.
“I, uh…” My voice resembled a canyon after a landslide. “I have to go.”
“No!” Snapping upright, she fumbled for me. Readjusting her illegally short shorts, she kneeled beside me and traced her fingers from my face down my chest.
Her lips were wet from our kiss, and her breath came in short little pants.
With her eyes blindfolded, she looked far too young, far too innocent for the sort of thoughts colliding in my sickly savage brain.
“Consider the debt cleared, Lori.” I clamped a hand on her shoulder, preventing her from coming closer. “I took the gift I wanted. Having you unravel for me is the best kind of thank you. And I, ughhhh—”
All the air in my body gushed out as her hand slid down my t-shirt-covered belly and found my overheated erection.
“Ah, fuck.” My eyesight went black. My legs went numb. I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop her from unbuckling my belt, unzipping my jeans, and sneaking her tiny hand into my boxer-briefs.
The second her fingers found me, I thrust into her palm and made a pitiful noise. Not quite a grunt, not quite a groan. A beg really. A motherfucking beg to cure me before I died of heart failure right there on her couch.
Her fingers wrapped tighter around me, her thumb pressing against the top of my slick crown.
I had precisely two point two seconds to do the right thing.
With a shaking hand that barely functioned, I grabbed her around the wrist and stopped her first jerk.
“Wait,” I strangled.
She shook her head, her blonde hair messy, the blindfold cutting around her head with a band of black silk. “Let me take care of you. I can hear how much pain you’re in.”
“I-I’m fine.” Pulling her arm, I tried to be gentle all while fighting the highly aggressive beast within. The beast who wanted to wrap his fingers around hers and teach her how I liked it.
How to squeeze me. Pump me. Make me come.
“I can’t.” With a burst of strength, I tore her fingers off me and pushed her back. “I’m sorry for manhandling you so roughly, but I really can’t let you—”
“Yes, you can. I want to. Can’t you see I’m not doing this out of obligation, X. I want to.” With a frustrated curse, she fell back over me, her hand blindly searching for my cock. It arrowed straight up, begging her to find it. Having her sightless and eager, knowing she couldn’t see me or the state she’d put me in?