Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“You promised to scratch an itch until it no longer existed, and I intend to make you keep your word,” I tell him. “Because suddenly that itch is more potent than it’s ever been, and if you don’t do something about it soon, I’m pretty sure I’ll explode.”
“You don’t need to tell me twice,” Zeph says, springing up from the couch. He launches toward me, his arms circling around me and forming a protective cage as we crash down against the cushions.
A loud squeal tears out of me but quickly morphs into a satisfied groan when his lips come down on my neck. They roam over my sensitive skin, his hand shooting up my shirt and to my aching breasts.
His thumb flicks across my pebbled nipple, sending hot waves of electricity shooting through my core. My back arches off the couch, and he takes advantage of the moment, bunching my shirt into his other hand and whipping it over my head.
His hands scoop behind my back to unlatch my bra, and within seconds, he throws it over the back of the couch. Zeph’s lips roam lower, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
“God, yes,” I breathe.
I scramble for Zeph’s shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it over the back of the couch, probably somewhere alongside my shirt and bra. He reaches between my legs, cupping my pussy over my jeans, and grinds his palm against my clit.
“You sure about this?” he asks. “We can go somewhere a little more private if you want.”
I shake my head, the thought of Mr. Silver Fox walking in to watch me riding his son, sending a wicked thrill shooting through my body and spurring me on. “I’m good right here,” I tell him. “Unless you’re not.”
“I’m good, babe,” Zeph says, though something tells me his motivations are probably different from mine. I’m almost positive that the thought of his father watching him fuck me isn’t what’s driving his need. He probably just doesn’t care, assuming if someone were to walk by and see, that they’d just keep walking, but Zeph is wrong. If Caesar was to walk past, I have every intention of putting on a show he wouldn’t be able to resist.
Zephyr makes quick work of my jeans, tearing them down my legs, along with my panties just like he’d done back in that little bathroom stall, leaving me bare-ass naked. His hands roam over my body, touching me everywhere as though learning every curve.
His strong arm wraps around my back, hauling me up the couch until his face is hovering over my aching pussy, and before a needy gasp even gets the chance to escape, his warm lips are closing over my clit.
My hips violently jerk, and I groan as his tongue flicks over my clit again and again, and as he works his magic, his fingers come up beneath me, slowly pushing inside my waiting cunt.
Zeph’s fingers move like an exotic dance, teasing and stroking my walls as I squirm beneath him. He snakes his other hand up my body, holding me still, but it’s no use. The way he moves his tongue and sucks my clit brings the wild out of me.
My fingers knot into his thick hair, holding him tight as my hips jolt so ferociously, I’m practically riding his face. “Yes, Zeph. Right there.”
He doesn’t disappoint, and as his fingers zero in on that one spot deep inside of me, my world explodes into a million shattered pieces. I come on his fingers, my back arching off the cushion as the intensity rocks through me. “Holy fuck,” I groan, throwing my head back.
My high quickly bursts through me like a blast of fire, and yet despite its intensity, I’m still left wanting.
Zeph doesn’t stop working my clit, and I bring my foot up to his shoulder and push him back. He keeps going until he’s sitting up, and I don’t hesitate scrambling down the massive couch until I’m straddled over him. “I hope you’re ready for me,” I tell him, reaching between us and freeing his thick cock from the confines of his pants.
Zeph laughs, pulling a condom from his pocket. “You don’t think I can handle you?”
His cock is already rock hard, straining for relief, and I don’t waste a second, taking the condom from his fingers and tearing it open with my teeth before rolling it down his length and finally sinking down on him. “Oh, I know you can’t.”
He grins, and as he grasps my hips, I start to ride him, my pussy clenching around his thick cock as I work up and down his impressive length. His eyes widen just a fraction, fear flashing in his dark depths.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes, his fingers tightening on my hips as he thrusts up.