Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
She keens. It’s gorgeous and animalistic all at once, and it goes to my dick and my heart. But I fight off the feelings, focusing only on the task. Edging her like she’s never been edged before.
I thrust it all the way in, flick on the ears, and let it ride her lovely, hungry clit. In no time, she’s writhing against the shaft, her lips parted, her cries telling me she’s so damn close. She tosses her head back. “Asher,” she groans, groans, nearly there, nearly coasting over that precipice.
And I should let her come. Really, I should. I could get her over the cliff in a couple more deep thrusts. But I turn it off.
“Screw you,” she shouts.
“We can’t, Maeve. Remember?”
“Asher,” she seethes.
“Need to use your safe word?” I ask, hoping, fucking praying she says no.
She glares at me with narrowed eyes. “Five. Give. Me. Five.”
I smile. And I can’t resist a second longer. As I grab the last vibrator—the Soft Touch, the one that simulates a tongue and lips—I lean over her, and this time I don’t steal a kiss. I take a hot, deep one as I turn on the new toy, slide it between her thighs, and rub it against her.
She moans and I swallow the sound with my lips.
She cries out and I kiss her while I rub faster.
She pants and I stroke.
Then I let go of her mouth and she screams.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she calls out as she comes utterly, fantastically undone in my bed, for me.
And, I’m pretty sure, with no regrets.
Fifty thousand years later, she smiles woozily at me. “You’re so mean.”
“I’m the worst. But you’re right, Maeve,” I say, then cage her in with my arms. “It does take you five supersize vibrators.”
“Actually, it was four supersize vibrators and one little one with superpowers.”
“Is that a challenge? You want to try again with five big ones?”
She laughs but then shakes her head. “Actually…” Her gaze drifts down my body. Come to think of it, I’m feeling a breeze. My towel must have fallen off at some point. My hard shaft bobs against her shirt.
She glances down at it then up to my face. “Come again, husband,” she whispers sensually, pausing, looking down at her chest. “On me.”
In case it wasn’t clear.
She’s a siren. She’s a dreamer. She’s an artist. She’s my best friend’s sister. She’s my best friend too—my rock. But right now, she’s simply the woman I can’t resist.
“If you insist,” I say, then push up her shirt, so the tank sits tight under her arms, groaning when I set my eyes on those gorgeous tits for the first time, with perky, dusky rose nipples and plenty to hold onto. There’s so much I want to do to them. Lick and bite and kiss and fuck. For now though, I straddle her chest, a knee on each side of her. I give my aching cock a stroke. Yeah, this won’t take long. “There’s only one little problem.”
She shoots me a coquettish smile. “I wouldn’t say it’s little, Asher.”
Glad she appreciates the goods, but it’s best not to gloat. Instead, I meet her curious irises. “But the thing is,” I say, giving my cock another tug.
Her eyes go glossy as she breathes out hard. “Yeah?”
“It would help,” I continue, taking my time with every filthy word as I slide my hand down it again, “if it were a little wet.”
She licks her lips and stares at my dick like it’s candy before nodding vigorously. “I can help.”
I bet she could, but I’m not thinking of the kind of help she’d give me with that lovely mouth wrapped around my cock. “I know you can,” I say as I stare down at her, gripping my shaft again and sliding my palm down to the tip. “But right now, I need one thing from you.”
“What is it?” she asks breathily.
I take my time, letting the charged air crackle some more. Making her wait for it. I grip my dick tighter, bring the tip closer to her mouth. “Spit on it,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen. Her mouth falls open. Her breath escapes in a rush.
I will remember this look forever—it’s how she looks when we’ve gone to an amusement park and she’s convinced me to ride the upside-down roller coaster, or when she drags me into the crashing waves of the ocean, or when she spots a door to an ice-skating rink that says closed but she decides to sneak in anyway, bringing me with her.
It’s a look of pure thrill, but tonight it’s both thrilling and dirty.
Saying yes with her body, she brings her face closer to my dick. Swallows visibly. Works up some saliva. With our eyes locked together, she parts those raspberry lips and lets it dribble onto my dick. Drop by fucking drop.