Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Before she can answer, a loud knock sounds on the door. Raven flinches at the noise, her eyes fluttering shut as if she’s bracing for a blow.
One final glance into those dark eyes and I pull her back to me again, stealing one last kiss like a thief in the night. The taste of tequila and cream lingers on my lips as I pull away.
She trembles slightly as she entwines her fingers with mine, a silent plea shimmering within her gaze.
The knock on the door grows more insistent, a gruff voice following it. “Raven? Everything all right in there?”
“Stay,” I whisper against her lips, my eyes locked onto hers.
She gives me a small nod before stepping away and straightening her dress as she moves toward the door. Her glance back at me is full of promises and unspoken words.
She opens the door, revealing her burly bodyguard. “I’m fine. Please. Let me be.” Before he can protest, she closes the door and locks it again.
“I’m yours, Vinnie,” she says. “Please. I need you too.”
I pull her back into my embrace, pressing my lips onto hers. This time there’s no fear in her eyes, only a burning desire that matches my own. Our bodies meld together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that have finally clicked together.
The world outside the door doesn’t exist for us right now. It’s just us, breathing each other’s air.
But then she pulls away again and looks at me with those dark eyes that speak volumes. “Vinnie,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “Promise me this isn’t just tonight.”
I cup her face in my hands and gaze into her eyes, wishing I could grant her wish.
I want nothing more than to be with this woman forever.
But not until I can guarantee her safety.
So I don’t reply. I simply reach under her gorgeous green gown. “I can smell you,” I say. “I can smell how wet you are for me.”
A blush creeps up her neck as she bites her lower lip, her eyes filled with equal parts embarrassment and anticipation. She grips my shoulders. “Vinnie…”
“I want to taste you, Raven. I want to make you moan my name over and over again.”
She shivers at that, a small groan escaping her lips. It’s the most delectable sound I’ve ever heard.
I kneel, shove her dress up around her waist, and inhale the sweet nectar between her legs.
It’s dark in the room, but I remember the beauty of her pussy, how red, sweet, and succulent it is.
I trace my fingers over the lace of her panties, eliciting another gasp from her.
I push the fabric to the side and run a finger over her slick folds. She moans out loud at the touch and clutches at my hair.
The taste takes me by surprise. It’s even sweeter than I remember. I bury my face between her and explore every inch of her with my tongue.
Her moans fill the room, each one louder than the last as I work my magic on her. She weaves her fingers through my hair, tugging in rhythm with the strokes of my tongue.
Her breathing grows heavy, her chest heaving with every gasp as I continue to pleasure her. She digs her nails into my scalp.
I take my time with her, savoring the taste and feel of her under my touch. I grip her hips to hold her steady as she writhes against me. Each moan and gasp drives me on further.
Without warning, she climaxes, her body convulsing as I continue my assault. She cries out my name, the sound echoing in the small room and sending shivers through me.
And then she sinks to the floor next to me, panting. Her eyes are closed, but a satisfied smile plays on her lips. Slowly, she reaches out to me, pulling me into an embrace. We stay there for a while, just holding each other.
But my hard cock needs more. I need to be inside her. Inside Raven just once more.
This dark conference room is hardly a lush bedroom, and she deserves better.
But I need her.
And I believe she needs me just as much.
She opens her eyes and casts her gaze to the bulge beneath my pants. She swallows, a rush of pink flooding her cheeks, yet she doesn’t shy away from my need for her.
“Vinnie.” She traces the hardness straining against the fabric of my pants.
The touch sends bolts of pleasure shooting through me.
Without another word, I quickly release my aching cock. Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in the sight of me.
“Raven…” It’s barely a whisper, but it carries all the depth of my need for her.
She nods, licking her lips. I guide one of her hands to stroke me. I’m being gentle with her, but I don’t want to be.
I want to thrust inside her, make her scream in pleasure and pain.