Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
She must’ve been taking a bath. I decided to wait in her room, kicking my shoes off and lying back in her bed. About ten minutes later, I straightened as the door opened. Abby appeared, wrapped in a towel, her long, brown hair drenched. One look at her, and my cock began to strain against my trousers.
Her eyes widened. “What are you doing in here?”
“I thought I’d wait for you.”
She lowered her voice. “What if Lavinia sees you?”
I had to chuckle at that, although I understood. “We’re not fourteen, Abby.”
“I know. But…”
“I’d tell her I was giving you a massage.”
“You do give good massages.” Her neck turned pink.
“I’d like to massage you with my mouth again. I’ve been dying for it actually.”
Her skin turned redder.
“Are you not comfortable with me being here?” I asked.
She looked down at her feet. “It’s not that…”
“What is it, then?”
“Since the other night, I haven’t been able to think about anything else.” She licked her lips. “I wonder if maybe we need to slow things down.”
“Oh…” I wasn’t sure of what to say to that, considering slowing down was the last thing on my mind, even if she was bloody right.
Her breath was shaky. “It’s not that I don’t want an encore. But I feel more consumed than I’d anticipated.”
Her chest rose and fell as I approached her. “I might’ve given you the impression that what happened the other night was about me pleasuring you. But I needed it just as much—if not more—than you did. I can’t stop thinking about it, either. This is all me. Me needing you.”
“You came all the way out here today, suffered through stew and cards with Lavinia and me, just to come up to my room later?”
I lifted a brow. “Dodgy, right?”
“Very dodgy, Sigmund.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Very.”
I leaned in and took her mouth, my dick now hard as a rock.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I mumbled against her lips.
“I want to do everything. That’s the problem.”
“We’re on the same page, then.” I kissed down the length of her slender neck.
She pulled back. “I don’t think we should have sex, though.”
“Whatever you want,” I panted. “I’m not sure sex is a good idea anyway. I’m sort of afraid to…disrupt things.”
“Hurt the baby, you mean?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“You know that’s not likely, right?”
“You haven’t seen my cock.” I winked.
“Well, excuse me.” She snorted as she threaded her fingers through my hair.
“It’s potentially dangerous.”
“I don’t believe you,” she teased.
“Are you daring me to show you?”
“Well, you did keep it meticulously under wraps the other night. I didn’t have a chance to see it.”
I showered her neck with kisses again. “Is there a reason you’d like to see it? Something you plan to do with it?”
“I want to give you pleasure, too…” she murmured.
I groaned. “What did you have in mind?”
Rather than answer, Abby opened her towel, letting it fall to the floor as she dropped to her knees.
Good God. I held my hands up, signaling my surrender as I looked down at her.
Abby unzipped my trousers, lowering them to my thighs before sliding my boxer briefs down. My wet, throbbing cock sprung forward to greet her, practically smacking her in the face.
“You weren’t kidding.” She looked up at me, her eyes hazy. “No wonder you’ve been getting away with murder all this time.”
I flashed a devilish grin. “You don’t have to do this if you—” Ah! My words failed when she took me into her hot, wet mouth. Fuck, yes. I looked down, transfixed at the way she let me fuck her mouth. In and out. In and out. In and out. Going to hell. Going to hell. Going to hell.
And loving every minute of it.
Abby going down on me was the highest level of ecstasy I’d experienced in years. Fisting her hair, I bent my head back, allowing myself to escape into the nirvana I desperately needed. I wanted to be a gentleman, to let her take control, but I couldn’t help bucking my hips once or twice until my cock was at the base of her throat.
When I felt ready to explode, I tugged on her hair to stop her. “I want to taste you while we come together.”
She stood, seeming almost drunk. I kicked off my trousers and followed her beautiful, naked body as she sauntered over to the bed. The sight of her lying there, legs open, ready for anything, was almost too much to bear.
“How does this work?” she asked.
“I’ll handle the logistics,” I said, inching toward her on all fours before taking her mouth.
I moved her body to straddle my face as my tongue slid out eagerly to worship her.
Ass on my mouth, she bent forward, finding her way to my cock. I let out an unintelligible sound as she took me down her throat, sucking while I ate her out. Sixty-nine with Abby might have been my favorite thing I’d done in all of my thirty-seven years. And I’d forgotten all the reasons this was a very bad idea. Right now it was the best fucking idea I’d ever had.