Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I graze my teeth there a moment before putting my lips near her ear to whisper, “I knew you’d be drenched.”
Her response is a swivel of her hips, a low growl of need in her throat. When I use the tip of my finger to gently flutter her clit, she jerks in my arms.
So fucking responsive.
I could easily get her off, which sounds appealing. There’s nothing sexier or more of a turn-on than making a woman orgasm, but a dark part of me wants to torture her a bit.
I remove my hand from between her legs, applying pressure to her throat to spin her to face me. First, I want to test her mouth.
Her eyes flare, but that’s all I note before I claim her lips. She gasps when I slant my mouth over hers, invading with my tongue. A hum of approval vibrates from her as she delves her hands into my hair, hungrily returning my kiss.
I wring every bit of pleasure from our tongues mating, our teeth clashing. Hauling her against me, I clutch her ass. Bailey grinds against me, making needy noises.
Part of me wants to let her climb my body and have her way with me, but the other part wants her to submit to me. It’s that part—that craves control—that speaks the loudest, so I bring my hands to her shoulders to push her back slightly.
She blinks, lips wet and swollen, eyes filled with question.
I smile at her as I remove my suit jacket. I’d gone without a tie tonight, which in hindsight is a shame as I could have tied her hands behind her back.
Next time.
No, no, no. There won’t be a next time. We agreed… one time only.
With swift deliberation, not leaving her any time to question my actions or ask what I’m doing, I undo the buttons of my shirt and whip it from my body. It lands over my suit jacket, which is on top of her dress.
I undo my belt enough to get my pants undone. Bailey’s eyes widen when I push them past my hips to free my cock. Gaze traveling down, she—fuck—bites into her lower lip, appreciatively appraising my length and girth.
“On your knees, Miss Robbins,” I command.
She jerks her head up. Briefly studying my face, she sucks in a shaky breath, then drops to her knees without hesitation, landing right in front of me on the plush carpeting.
Christ, she’s beautiful in her submission, eagerly waiting to take me in her mouth.
I give her jaw a slight squeeze until she parts those sexy lips. Sliding my hand to the back of her head, I urge her forward until my cock touches her mouth.
Fuck me.
Deep and sure, she sucks me in, her mouth hot and slick. I suppress a groan, tightening my fingers in her hair, and take control of her movements. Her eyelids flutter as she bobs. I lengthen my strokes until she’s taking me into the back of her throat each time, and it feels so good my ears start to ring.
So good it wouldn’t take much for me to blow my load.
A waitress loiters nearby, but she’s not the type who serves drinks. Nearly naked herself in only a thong with her breasts covered by the shoulder straps meant to help balance her tray, she has offerings of the more carnal kind, as evidenced by the bevy of condoms, lubes, small glass anal plugs, and mini vibrators. I jerk my head so she comes my way.
Using my hand to exert pressure, I force Bailey to stop sucking. When her eyes fly open, she’s clearly startled to see the waitress beside us.
She tries to pull away, but I hold her firmly and give her a stern look. “Stay there. Don’t move.”
Eyes flaring in what is probably defiance, she still does as ordered, not moving. And Christ, she’s lovely with her mouth stuffed full of my cock. Stroking the edge of her jaw, I murmur, “Good girl.”
Attention returning to the tray, I consider the displayed offerings. So many options to play with, but, frankly, I want to fuck Bailey more than I want to play games. I don’t need anything more than her tight pussy wrapped around me.
After I snag a condom, I mutter my appreciation to the waitress. In seconds, she disappears into the shadows.
Looking down at Bailey, I let my fingers work at the foil wrapper. She holds still with me deep in her mouth, waiting with an impatient look on her face as I free the condom.
I hold it up, leer down at her. “Safety first.”
When she grunts, I feel it vibrate down my entire length. Apparently, she takes the rubber as a sign the blow job is over. With an exaggerated suck that nearly makes my knees buckle, she releases me with a pop, then has the audacity to smirk as she daintily wipes the corner of her mouth with a fingertip.