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)
I work him up and down, taking my time.
It’s not like in the club the other night. That was full of ferocity. There was a desperation to prove myself, to make him crumble and claim some kind of control, but this is different. This is about fulfilling the raging need within me. This is about making him feel, about giving him the kind of pleasure he deserves. This is a thank you for every screaming orgasm he’s ever given me.
My tongue traces over the rigid lines of his veins, leading right up to his tip before following them right back down again as I clutch onto his base, my hand gently pulsing as I grip him with my other, working him just the way I know he likes it.
Seconds turn into minutes, and he simply enjoys it, reveling in every pleasurable moment of my lips on his body, but when we hear the familiar sound of Zephyr moving around the house, starting to make his way back here, probably with a much clearer head, Caesar tightens his hold in my hair.
“Alright, hellcat. Give me what I want.”
With pleasure.
A grin rips across my face, and I don’t doubt that he can feel it against his cock, and as the pure need to taste him overwhelms me, I give him everything I have, snapping into action to the point this so perfectly composed man falls victim to my wicked ways within seconds.
“Fuck, hellcat,” he grits, his tone so low I barely hear it.
He sucks a breath through his teeth, and I work more vigorously, giving him everything he deserves and more, and as both hands work him, twisting and squeezing, Caesar crumbles. His hips jolt beneath the table, and he comes hard, shooting hot spurts of cum into the back of my throat, and I eagerly swallow him down, taking every last drop he has to offer.
Power pulses through my veins, and as I continue to swallow him down, an intense feeling of beauty overtakes me. I’ve never felt so radiant, so womanly. I’ve been on my knees for this man, worshiping him, and yet I’m the one who feels like a goddess. How does that happen? If anything, he should feel like a king, yet as I release him and he pushes his chair back to pull me up from the cool floor, he looks at me as though he’s never seen anything so wondrous in his life.
“You amaze me,” he murmurs, pulling me right up on his lap so that I’m straddled over him, his fingers brushing through my hair, but everything pauses as his gaze lands on the massive circular bruise smack-bam in the middle of my forehead. “What the fuck is that? Did somebody put their hands on you?”
I shake my head. “It’s nothing a bottle of cherry vodka and a bright pink dildo can’t explain,” I tell him.
“I’m going to need a little more than that.”
“Then you’re in luck. I happen to have video footage of the whole ordeal, but there’s no way I’m about to embarrass myself by showing you that without getting something in return.”
“Oh yeah? And what could you possibly want?”
I bite down on my bottom lip while following the sound of Zephyr moving throughout the house, and when he seems to backtrack and head up the stairs, relief pounds through my veins. “That’s a good question,” I muse. “I was going to suggest another night at Vixen, but something tells me I’ll get that without even needing to ask. So instead, I’ll settle for an IOU.”
Caesar laughs and reluctantly lifts me off him before getting to his feet and fixing his pants just as Zeph had, only he doesn’t bother to be discreet about it. “Smart girl,” he says, taking my chin and lifting it before inspecting my bruised forehead once again. “You need to ice that.”
I roll my eyes, and as he releases me and strides into the kitchen, I can’t help but follow him. “You knew I was there, didn’t you?”
Caesar nods and glances at me, his stare telling me everything I need to know. “I could smell your perfume the second I walked through the door,” he tells me. “I dream of that scent. It has me waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, rock fucking hard. But the moment my grown-ass son struggled to string a damn sentence together, I knew exactly what was going on.”
“Is that why you sat down? You were hoping I might have been feeling generous.”
Caesar steps into me, those dark eyes holding me captive and sending a wave of goosebumps spreading across my skin. “I’m always hoping to have your lips wrapped around my cock, hellcat. But no, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to fuck with my son. Having your hands on me in any way was simply a bonus.”