Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
“No more times, gorgeous. We already didn’t believe you the first time.”
“You—!”
He struck that spot, bending down to flick my clit with his tongue in rapid succession.
I came hard—jerking and shuddering on the rim until I popped off and took Micah down with me. Despite being a complete and total ass, he held me as I came down—running his fingers up and down my body, raising goose bumps on my flesh that scalding water couldn’t keep down.
Micah put his finger in his mouth, popped his cheek, and held it up. “That’s one down.”
“That’s your only one if you don’t stop being a jerk!” My irritation came roaring back. “Has anyone ever told you that sometimes it’s better not to talk?”
He smirked, folding his arms behind his head, and lying there like a freaking pinup model posing under a waterfall. It wasn’t right for anyone to be this handsome!
“Nope, sorry. The same person who didn’t tell you, never told me either.”
I huffed. Rising up, I straddled him—poking his chest. “Wrong. I’ll have you know, I’m well-versed in the proper decorum of when it’s time to put my mouth to better use.” With that, I stretched out against his hard, inked chest... and traveled down.
“Wait, what?” His smirk washed away. “Are you serious? You’re really going to—?”
“Going to what?” I winked. “Blow you until you pop? I’m afraid I am, Spencer, so if you’ve got an objection, voice it n—”
“No,” he blurted—going from hot model to eager horndog in the blink of an eye. “No objection. Matter of fact, I’m going to try out that shutting-my-mouth thing if it means you won’t stop.”
There was no chance of me stopping. I wanted this man’s dick in my mouth more than I wanted a truckload of chocolate that would never hit my hips.
Palming his length, I had to stop just to marvel at it.
I didn’t want to keep comparing every guy to Dan, but even before I realized he was crap in bed and it would never get better, I didn’t remember ever having this kind of excitement for him.
Touching him, kissing him, pleasing him, and having him inside of me. None of that ever rose past the level of take-it-or-leave-it for me. Truth was, the spark was there with Dan, but never the passion. At that moment, I realized the passion wasn’t there for any of the guys life threw my way after circumstances took me away from Micah, Rhodes, and Alex.
After all this time... it’s still you.
I swallowed him to the hilt, filling every corner of my mouth with Micah, Micah, Micah.
Starting slow, I sucked till my cheeks caved in, drew up to the tip, swiped my tongue across the head, then sank back down—enveloping him down to my throat.
Micah choked. Every muscle beneath my body tensed like this little bit was enough to push him off the edge.
I didn’t know what I’d get in exchange for making him cum, but I was very excited to find out.
Rising up, Micah got himself to his feet and me to my knees—giving me the better angle he sensed I was looking for.
I balanced on my toes, holding tight to his ass as I bobbed, sucked, and slurped his cock like a lollipop.
“Mmh hmh mgh!” Micah groaned, biting hard on his lips. Keeping his promise to shut up was likely a joke, and it was a good one because it was making me laugh.
I couldn’t help but giggle every time I looked at his red-cheeked, constipated face—holding on to the filthy promises he wanted to pour on me.
It was wrong, and it was weird, and it was unearned, but I loved this. I loved that we blew past all that first-date/first-time fumbling, and were already at the point of being silly and comfortable with each other during sex.
“Mhh mmm gghh!” His muffled nonsense was quickly followed by his muscles tightening like bowstrings.
I got the message easily. Relaxing my throat, I opened up and accepted all he had to give me.
Groaning, Micah fell against the wall—howling behind his teeth while he came like a fire hose.
“Fluffy-backed tit-babbling booby!” he shouted, dropping to his knees and slipping out of my teeth with a pop. “Now I’m really fucking pissed at you!”
“What?” I cried, brows bouncing up to my hairline. “What are you talking about?”
“Ten years, Sue!” Micah glared fit to send me scurrying out the door. “Ten years you’ve refused to give me a blowjob because they’re degrading and disgusting, and the whole time, that’s what I was missing!
“Was this your plan?” he demanded, making me squeak. “To wait until you fucked up our marriage beyond recognition, so you could whip out your secret weapon and ruin me for the women who come after!”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped. “See? This is why you should only speak with permission!”