Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
My chest heaves, knowing when he reaches his destination, pleasure is sure to greet me. However, his trip takes a turn, and my leg drops from his shoulder.
Clayton moves to cup my breasts. His eyes remain on me as he sucks a nipple into his mouth while toying with the other one. My back bows, my fists ball. His warm mouth pulling and heating my skin has me grinding at the air. I want to have him where I need him most.
He begins alternating between breasts, driving me insane. He allows his body to press against mine, finally giving me the friction I need. I know I’m soaking the front of his tux.
The swing aids in me rocking against him. His pulsing member is trapped in his pants, throbbing against me with each wiggle and pass.
My head falls back, I’m right on the brink of coming and can’t believe I’m going to come so hard. I bite my lip, my eyes cross, and my ears feel like they’re ringing. Just when the explosive release is about to let go, Clayton backs off.
“Wha—” I pant.
He gives me a sexy grin. This time, shrugging off his tuxedo jacket, he tosses it aside. I close my eyes, trying to regain my sanity.
Wrong move, I gasp when his warm body presses to mine and he latches his mouth onto my neck. He’s not playing fair.
I cry out. This man knows my weakness. His mouth plays against my throat, causing me to begin to build again. I grind on him until he shoots his hands to my hips, pinning them in place.
My clit is pulsing so hard. I need relief. When his hand slips between my legs to pinch my needy nub, I see stars, my body trembles, but he lets go just before I peak. I whimper in frustration. The orgasm he let me have seems like it was so long ago. I’m starting to feel fatigued from the suppression.
I peer at him through heavy lids. I’m too drained to pout at him. I watch his muscles ripple as he removes his dress shirt. His broad chest makes my heart flutter. He is simply art—designed to give pleasure—visually and physically.
He moves to hover over me, my body yearning to know where he’ll torture me next. I wait, but the touch never comes. Instead, he leans into my ear, his warm breath fanning my sensitive skin.
“When I step into a room, I want you to remember how I made you come without being inside you. I want your thighs soaked, knowing just my words sent your pulse racing,” he rambles in my ear.
He flicks his tongue out and licks the shell of my ear. I shake hard, my eyes rolling in my head. My mouth falls open, his voice alone strokes me like a deep stroke from the back.
You have to be fucking kidding me.
“Look at me, baby,” he orders, pulling away from my ear.
I train my eyes on him, not daring to blink as he slowly unzips his pants and peels them from his hips. I watch as his length springs free, looking angry and needy, just like I feel. I’ve never wanted to taste something so bad in my life.
“You’re eyeing my cock like sucking it would bring you pleasure.” He chuckles darkly.
I swallow, unable to find my voice. I nod when I still can’t find the words. His eyes darken, but he doesn’t place the offering before me. He’s back between my legs, with his face buried in my cove.
I’m crying out his name, begging in no time. I pray that he doesn’t stop as I feel my orgasm steamrollering its way toward me. I no longer know if the rocking motion is from the swing or from me trying to hump the shit out of his face.
“Please, I’m there, please don’t stop,” I whimper.
It’s to no avail. He pulls back right as I begin to crest. However, to my relieved surprise, he thrusts into me before I can come down too far.
“You belong to me, Sidney,” he growls as I pulse and gush around him.
I come so hard my head hurts. I mean, I feel it throbbing and it feels like my skull is tingling. This man has taken me to a new high. He wraps my legs around him, my one heel digging into his ass.
It seems to spur him on. He keeps pumping through my multiple orgasms. Rough and possessive is the best way to explain how he’s fucking me. My fingers hurt from digging into my palms.
At some point, I feel like I’m out of my body, watching him fuck the shit out of my pussy. My voice is raw from screaming. My ass is soaked from dripping into it and the seat beneath me.
“Stop fighting it,” he demands, pumping harder.