Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Bend over the chair,” he breathed, biting my ass.
Chills danced down my spine as I did what he ordered, placing my elbows on the arm of the chair and turning my head to look at him.
“Eyes down,” he ordered. “I don’t want you prepared for what I’m about to do to you.”
I bit my lip and returned my gaze back forward, staring at the seat of the chair as I thought about what he was about to do to me.
He didn’t want me to prepare?
What was he going to do that he didn’t want me to brace myself for?
Then I felt his tongue, wet and hot, on the seam of my pussy lips.
I moaned and dropped my head even further to rest on the cool leather covering the arm of the chair.
My legs were already shaking with anticipation.
For the longest second, I swear he just stared at what was before him. He studied it, pinching first one pussy lip, and then the other.
Then came the lick again, this time his tongue diving between those lips and sinking into the most intimate part of me.
He didn’t linger for long, though.
A quick swipe. A tease, and then he was gone.
“Fuck,” I breathed out shakily.
Then he blew a breath against my overheated core, and I swear to God, I almost climaxed right then and there just by the tiniest bit of attention that his breath gave my body.
I inhaled sharply, squeezing my eyes shut tight, as I tried to tell myself how embarrassing it would be if I came within seconds of him blowing on me.
“Han?” he breathed, bringing his palms up the outside of my thighs. “It’s okay to come.”
“I don’t want to yet,” I keened. “I want to come so hard and long that I forget how to breathe. I want to have you inside me when I do. What I don’t want is to embarrass myself by coming like a four-pump chump.”
He started to chuckle.
And when I was least expecting it, he trailed his tongue to my back entrance.
I squeaked and tried to stand up, but his sudden grip on my hair had me halting before I could even straighten.
“Stay,” he growled, sounding completely unwavering in his order.
I froze.
“I-I’ve never d-done that.”
I felt his beard on the outside of my thigh as he kissed the back of my thigh.
“No, you haven’t,” he agreed. “But you’re about to.”
Before I could deny him, he was back, this time with a wet finger circling that forbidden entrance.
“Travis,” I whispered. “Are you sure that…”
That’s when the sharp crack of his hand came down so hard on my ass that I squealed.
“No screaming or you’ll wake the baby, and then I’ll have to get creative.”
I growled.
That would not be happening. Our kid slept like a rock, once he finally went to sleep—just like his father.
I did manage to keep my screams in my throat, however, as he pressed his finger insistently to my back entrance.
This time he brought his other hand up and trailed it along the length of my sex, dragging his fingers along the distended little bundle of nerves.
“I’ll try,” I promised. “But swear to God, Trav. I’m not sure I can keep being quiet if you go any fur…”
He pushed that finger further, and the words I was saying became stuck in my throat.
Never, not once, had I thought that having his finger inside my ass would be erotic.
However, Travis lived to prove me wrong, and prove me wrong he did.
It was not only erotic, but it was amazing.
The stretch and burn of his finger filling my ass was only the very beginning.
The tip, as one would say.
I swallowed and told my galloping heart to take a break, but then he sucked my clit into his mouth, momentarily distracting me from the feeling of my ass stretching around his finger.
Just when I was on the verge of crying out, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer, he replaced his pinky finger with something bigger.
His thumb, which was coated in the juices that were practically leaking out of me at this point.
I buried my face into the crook of my elbow and groaned.
“Yes, yes,” I rocked my hips.
I had no control of my body anymore.
Everything that I did was something that he was making me do.
And when I lifted one leg and placed it on the chair next to my elbow, giving him easier access, that was enough to send me to my tip-toes.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “Trav.”
He squeezed my clit between two fingers and flattened the palm of the hand that belonged to the thumb in my ass against my spine.
My eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that I wasn’t sure if it was light or dark in the room anymore. I was seeing stars, and with a wiggle of his thumb, I lost the battle with my orgasm.