Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
She doesn’t stop. She presses my legs wider and licks me from back to front, moaning as Zayne fucks her harder. The careful coaxing is gone, replaced by a frenzy that has another orgasm cresting.
I drag Tatiana up to take her mouth. Zayne understands the goal immediately. He moves with her, pressing her down against my body as he keeps fucking her. I kiss her with everything I have.
I don’t expect him to reach between our bodies and push two fingers into me. I hope to the gods no one can see what he’s doing in the tangle of our bodies. It feels too good to stop.
Tatiana is so soft against me, her hands sliding down to grip my ass, to lift me to give Zayne better access. But she hasn’t come yet, and I need that as much as I need to orgasm on Zayne’s fingers. More, more, more. I’m a glutton for the pleasure being dealt right now. I couldn’t stop even if Wolf were standing over us with a gun in his hand.
The image hits me so hard, it drives what little thought I have from my head. I don’t know what he looks like, but he’s depravity personified, someone who might as well be a shadow but is infinitely more dangerous. I want him here. I want to shove his face in the fact that I’m disobeying his order. For him to have seen me coming all over Tatiana’s face, see me on Zayne’s hand. I want him to choke on the knowledge that they’re touching me when he’s not.
I snake my hand between our bodies to find Tatiana’s clit. I pause when I encounter a piercing, but there’s no time to try to get a good look. I circle her clit frantically. Zayne curls his fingers inside me. Oh fuck, I’m going to come again.
This time, Tatiana follows me. She sobs against my lips, her body shaking as we fuck her over the edge. Zayne’s strokes go wild and inconsistent, and he presses his free hand to the small of her back, holding her down as he finishes inside her.
He eases back first and carefully holds the condom in place. “I’ll be right back.”
Tatiana gives me a deep kiss before she sits up. She stares at my pussy, at where she marked me with her deep red lipstick. “A picture worth framing.”
I really am drunk on pleasure, because the next words out of my mouth are a gauntlet thrown at her feet. “So take it.”
She smirks. “That’s the orgasm talking, lovely.”
The orgasm . . . and something infinitely more dangerous. “No, it’s not.” I grab my phone and pass it over. “Use mine. If I still want to send it to you in the morning, then I will.”
“You’re so bad.” She says it like it’s a good thing. Then her fingers are there, parting my pussy obscenely. She takes a few photos and hands my camera back.
I look at them, and holy fuck, they’re hot. Her lipstick is smeared on my skin and almost perfectly matches her nails where she’s touching me. I swallow hard. “You’re good at this.”
“Literally my job.” She tugs my dress down, for all the good it does. I can still clearly see her marks through the sheer fabric. Tatiana holds up my panties. “These are lovely, but you look better without them.”
Zayne walks back up, his pants once again in place. He presses a quick kiss to my lips and then a significantly longer one to Tatiana’s. She seems to melt into it but then reluctantly draws away. “I have to go.”
“Stay.” He trails a single finger down her stomach and stops just above her pussy. “That was barely more than a taste.”
“A taste is all I have time for tonight.” She snags her pants and pulls them on, carefully brushing his hand away. “But that was fun, so if you want more, I’ll make room on my list for you.” She produces a card from somewhere and presses it into his hand. “Thanks for the orgasm, handsome.”
I get a card too. It’s thick card stock and contains only an email. No phone number.
“If you haven’t changed your mind by then, send me that picture tomorrow, lovely. I meant it when I said I’d frame it.” She kisses Zayne lightly and gives me the same treatment. Then she’s gone, striding away as if she didn’t rock both our worlds.
Zayne slumps against me. “I think I’m in love.”
“You say that all the time.”
“I think I mean it this time.” He slides down until his head is in my lap and then gives me a surprisingly sweet smile. “That really was only a taste. Want to go back to my place and fuck some of that frustration out? I know we decided our friendship was simpler without sex involved, but I’m still riled up.”