Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
His hands framed my face for a moment, and the feeling of being not just desired but cherished spread through me, sending my heart somersaulting through my chest, begging for just as much acknowledgment as the desire curling tight in my core.
But then his hands were moving down the sides of my neck over my bare arms, then across to close over my breasts.
A needy little whimper escaped me, and I could feel Santo’s lips curve into a smile against mine for a moment.
Then he was kissing me harder, deeper as his hands squeezed. When desire had my nipples hardening, his thumbs moved around them in slow circles.
My legs rose, slipping and hooking around Santo’s hips, my heels digging into his ass, pulling him closer until he was pressed tightly against me—his hard length right against my aching need.
My hips rocked, trying to get the friction my body was screaming for.
Santo pulled against my hold, getting a grumble out of me that had a sexy little chuckle moving through him.
“Be a good girl and lie back,” he demanded, his lips against my ear, making a shiver work its way down my spine.
I never moved so fast in my life.
I didn’t know what he had planned for me, but I knew I wanted whatever it was.
Santo stood there gazing down at me for a moment, his fingers absentmindedly stroking up and down the sides of my thighs.
Anticipation sizzled across my skin as he started to inch up my skirt until he had it around my waist.
Then, gaze holding mine, he lowered down to my knee. His lips pressed just inside of it, making little butterflies flutter in my belly.
He was making his way upward then, his lips kissing, his tongue teasing, his stubble scraping in a deliciously scandalous way. I knew that when I looked later, I would find the burn of it still bright against my pale skin.
Santo’s tongue teased out, tracing the line of my panties where it met my thigh.
My hips were already wiggling, the memory of his lips on me throwing kindling on the fire of my desire.
When he shifted, though, he didn’t pull my panties to the side but sought out my clit through the material—licking, sucking, teasing.
I grabbed the back of his head, my fingers slipping into his hair, fisting in the silky strands as my hips rocked desperately against him.
Just when I was about to demand he give me more, his hand yanked my panties to the side, and his mouth was on me without the barrier.
I arched off the desk, my inner thighs shaking, and a low moan escaping me.
“Shh,” he reminded me. Only to immediately start circling my clit, making pleasure ping off my nerve endings.
I pressed my lips tightly together, but still there was no way to be silent as his tongue circled, then his fingers slipped inside me, thrusting lazily at first, then harder and faster as he drove me up.
I was embarrassingly close in mere minutes—a testament to how desperate I’d been for him for the past few weeks.
The second his fingers turned inside me and stroked against my top wall, the orgasm screamed through me, making every muscle tense as I cried out behind my closed lips.
Santo’s tongue and fingers were relentless until the orgasm finally loosened its grip on me.
Only then did he move to the side, kissing down my other thigh until he reached my knee.
He stood then, his gaze on me as he slipped his fingers in his mouth, tasting me all over again.
He reached down, sliding the straps of my dress off my shoulders, then grabbing hold of the square-neck bodice and yanking it down, exposing my bra, making me glad I’d worn a halfway cute one that day—a purple to match the flowers of my dress.
That intoxicating little rumbling sound escaped Santo again as he took a deep, steadying breath.
His fingers teased the line of my cups, making little shivers course through me.
Then he grabbed the material of both cups, yanking down hard enough for me to hear the ripping sound of some of the seams.
That was a problem for another time, though.
Right then, nothing in the world mattered but the raw hunger in his eyes as he took in my bare breasts.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his finger teasing over one of my tightened nipples, only making it strain all the more. “So sensitive,” he murmured as another little shiver racked my system.
His gaze oscillated from my face to my chest as his fingers whispered over my skin, as his thumb and forefinger started to do delicious little rolls that had me writhing and whimpering once again.
Only then did he lean down, sucking one of my nipples into his warm mouth, making me arch up into him as his lips sucked in enticing little strobe-like motions.