Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Dec, why are you stop—” Her soft voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
To keep her from finishing her question, I capture her mouth with my own, tasting her lips and caressing her tongue. I devour her, memorizing her taste, her scent. How soft her lips are and how strong her tongue is as it swirls with mine.
Her fingers delve into my hair, yanking on my hair tie. My hair creates a curtain around us when it falls, shutting the rest of the world out until it’s just Kendall and me.
Breaking the kiss, I drag my lips across her heated flesh, suckling on her neck until I get to her collarbone. Then I pull back, admiring how beautiful she looks. Her lips red and puffy from being kissed. Her cheeks slightly flushed. Her eyes a bit glassy. And her hair fanned out across my pillow.
I take the hem of her shirt between my fingers and lift it over her head. Then I unbutton her jeans and tug them down her legs, pulling her socks off along with them.
Once she’s undressed, I spread her legs so I can kneel between them, stopping for a few moments to soak her in. If I wouldn’t look like a goddamn creep, I’d ask if I could take a picture of her just like this.
“I didn’t plan for anyone to see under my clothes,” she says, a hint of embarrassment tingeing her cheeks. I love that she’s not in fancy undergarments, just a simple black and white polka-dotted bra and underwear set—both cotton and matching. It’s the real her. The woman she doesn’t let the world see. I follow her on social media and laugh when she posts pictures, acting like she just woke up, yet her hair and makeup are perfect. It’s all part of the game. Only a select few get to see the real Kendall Naomi Blackwood, who loves to sing karaoke and bakes when she’s stressed but enjoys eating the batter more than the final product. Who enjoys Sunday football, family get-togethers, and playing in the rain.
“You look perfect,” I tell her, meaning it. I can’t decide which part of her I want to taste first, so I start where her ample cleavage is peaking out the top of her bra. I place an open-mouthed kiss to the swell of her breast, then pull the cup down, exposing her dusty-pink nipple. Closing my lips around the hardened tip, I suck on it, tugging gently. I’m rewarded with the sexiest moan as her hands come around to the back of my head, silently indicating she wants more.
I bite down instead of sucking this time, and her moans get louder, reverberating straight to my dick. I bite harder, and the proof of her pleasure increases several octaves. Slowly, I swipe my tongue across the tip to soothe it, and she squirms under me. I do the same to her other breast, nipping and licking before I work my way down her toned belly, stopping at her navel ring—a multicolored music note. I give it a quick kiss and then continue my descent, kissing each of her hip bones and ending at the area between her thighs.
Lifting her leg, I slide one side of her underwear down, bending her knee so I can get it off, then lift the other leg, removing the other side, so her pussy is on display for me. It’s trimmed neatly, and when I spread her thighs to get a better look, her lips are glistening with want.
My gaze flits from her pussy to her face, and our eyes lock. She’s watching my every move, her bottom lip sucked between her teeth. I want to devour this pussy, but before I do, I need to make sure… “You definitely want this?” We’ve both been drinking, and the last thing I want is for her to wake up tomorrow and regret this.
She nods once, but that’s not enough. “I need to hear the words, Kendall. Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” she breathes, her eyes sad and pleading. “Please… today sucked. I need you to make me forget.”
I’d like to think I’m a good man and that I wouldn’t step into the middle of a relationship, but this is Kendall, and as much as I want to get the specifics as to whether they’re really done, I don’t have it in me to ask. I’ve waited years to be with this woman, for her to notice me, and when she finally did, she only saw me as a friend—as her brother’s best friend and bandmate, and eventually one of her best friends. So while it might make me sound like a pussy, I’ll take what she’s willing to give, knowing this is all I’m going to get.
I drop to my stomach and part her lips, licking my way up her slit. She tastes just as I imagined—sweet with a hint of zest, just like her. I lick up and down slowly, inhaling her scent and memorizing her taste on my tongue. The more my tongue glides between her folds, the wetter she gets. I could do this all night, but she’s panting, her chest rising and falling in quick succession. She’s tugging on the strands of my hair and begging me to get her off. So I give her one last good lick, burning her taste into my brain, and then move on to her clit. The second my tongue lands on it, she jumps slightly, her hips jerking up. I tug it between my teeth playfully, sucking it into my mouth, then release it, so I can focus on getting her off.