Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I dipped my finger into the foie gras mousse, coating the digit with the pillowy whipped mixture. “Open your mouth.”
She parted those sexy lips.
I leaned far over and dipped that finger into her mouth. “Suck.”
She did, sucking so hard, my cock almost burst out of my pants.
Yeah. She has skills. I’m going to enjoy pushing her.
I remained bent over her. With my other hand, I found my way back to her pussy, stroking and teasing it.
“Oh.” She shuddered with each touch.
I slid my finger out of her mouth. “Do you like the mousse?”
“Y-yes.” She moaned.
With the hand on her pussy, I inserted two fingers into her tight opening, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust.
“Oh!” Her eyes closed in ecstasy as I increased the speed of my thrusts.
She was panting now, reaching out for me with need radiating from her entire body.
I leaned further over and kissed her hard as my fingers pulled out from inside of her.
She gasped in pleasure.
I deepened the kiss. My tongue sensually darted around her mouth hungrily before leaving her mouth and exploring the curve of her perfumed neck and collarbone, tasting saltiness that was a mix between sweat and arousal.
The room pulsed with sexual energy so thick I could almost feel it on my skin like a second layer of clothing caressing every inch of my body.
She released a loud moan against my lips as I increased the intensity of my strokes. With each thrust of my fingers, Nova’s body shook uncontrollably.
I pierced her with my fingers again and again.
Her moist walls quivered.
“Open your eyes, Nova.”
She did. Fiery lust blazed in her gaze.
And then, the stage began turning and carrying us into the next setting, but I couldn’t have cared less.
My only focus was Nova.
She panted.
“I wonder if I can make you cum tonight.” Slipping my fingers in and out, I massaged her clit with my thumb.
She widened her eyes. “Oh.”
“Could I do it with just my fingers?”
Her body shook with pleasure beneath mine.
“Or will I need to use my tongue or cock?”
“Oh.”
I wanted to find out.
“Let us try the fingers first.” I increased the tempo of my thrusts and massaged her clit in circles with my thumb, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
She moaned.
“God, you’re so beautiful.”
“Oh.”
“Do you like getting your pussy stroked?”
She panted. “Yes.”
The setting shifted from fluffy white clouds to hot flaming oranges. Heat rose in the room as fire crackled and popped around us. The scent of wood burning filled the air.
A swell of excitement coursed through me. “Let go, Nova.”
Slowly, I felt her surrendering completely to me.
And then, the sweet sound of Nova’s moans filled the space as she gripped the edge of the table. “Oh. My. God.”
“Yes.” I was captivated by her. “Just like that.”
“Oh! Oh!” Nova’s moans grew louder as I brought her closer to climax again, her breathing becoming more and more erratic.
She gripped the table harder. “Oh God!”
Then, her body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her senses until finally she drowned in an intense orgasm that left even me breathless.
“Ohhhh!”
God yes. She is perfect.
My fingers were still inside of her when she relaxed, panting in satisfaction.
Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. It could have been from the heat of the Fire Room or energy I’d exhausted from making her cum.
I began kissing her tenderly, and soon she was returning my affections with equal passion. Her hands left the table and moved down my body, running lightly over my chest.
I kissed her deeper and felt her tremble in response.
So fucking perfect.
We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, our bodies pressed together, both exploring each other in a new way.
I pulled away from her delicately and removed my hand from between her thighs. “So damn perfect.”
“That was amazing,” she breathed out between heavy pants as she stared up at me with a stunned expression on her face.
“How do you feel?”
Panting some more, she opened her mouth and took in the space around us for the first time. “I. . .can’t believe. . .I let you. . .do that. . .”
“Let?” Laughing, I brushed the hair away from her face, tenderly took her hand, and helped her sit up. “You will discover that I will do whatever I want to you whenever I want and however I want to do it.”
Her body tensed at my words, but she kept her gaze locked with mine. Those pupils dilated further. Perhaps, from the pleasure she had received. Or maybe, as a sign of her decided submission.
Yes. She will be a lot of fun.
The waiter entered with a tray of wine.
Shrieking, she hurried off the table and pulled down her wine-stained dress.
The waiter placed our glasses on the table.
She smoothed down her dress, trying to get control of herself.
I smirked.
Her stiff nipples poked the front of the dress. Her curls were this way and that. She looked like she had just experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. There would be no fixing her image up.