Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
FORTY
SCARLET
“Ellis...” I call his name, knowing he’ll come running. He always does. But this time, it’s because Operation Get Ellis to Fuck Me is a go.
Not that he knows it. Not yet, anyway. But he will. Just as soon as he gets his ass in the bedroom.
So help me god, if he turns me down after an entire week of careful planning, I might actually cry.
“What’s up?” he asks, only to stumble to his knees when he sees me. “Is that...”
I’m standing at the foot of the bed, my hair and makeup both done to perfection, wearing a dupe of the Sophie B lingerie set Blair wears in season one, episode two of his beloved Gossip Girl.
“It is.” I twirl a strand of hair around my index finger. “You like?”
“What? How?” He crawls toward me, pressing his cheek to my thigh. “Princess, I fucking love.”
“Good.” I drag my fingers through his hair. “Why don’t you be a good boy and show me how much?”
“Fuck, Scarlet.” The raw hunger in his eyes makes my knees weak. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely positive.” I tug his face closer to the junction of my thighs. “I'm borderline desperate for you, Ellis. To feel your hands and mouth on me. This is like when I first moved in but a hundred times worse. I need this. I need you.”
“I can't leave you needy.” His voice is pure sex.
But I'm feeling a little bratty. “Weird, because that’s exactly what you’ve done for the last three weeks.”
“Shit, baby girl.” He skims his nose over the front of my panties. “I'm sorry.” He presses a kiss to my mound, before dipping lower and flicking his tongue over my clit through the fabric of my ruffled boy shorts. “Let me make it up to you.”
“Oh, I intend to.” I lick my lips as I look down at him. “Over and over again.”
“I'm torn between peeling these panties down your legs or finding a way to eat your pussy with them still on.”
“Let's compromise.” I hook my thumbs into the waistband and push them down. “I'll ditch these but keep the corset.”
He collects the scrap of silk from the floor and brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Goddamn, I've missed this.”
I shake my head in amusement. “The real thing's right here, you know?” I swipe an index finger down my slit, gathering wetness with the tip of my finger before painting it over his lips.
He lunges, sucking my finger into his mouth, groaning as his tongue wraps around the digit. “Tastes like my own personal heaven.” The fire in his eyes is intense as he stares up at me. “Get on the bed Scarlet and spread your legs. Let me see all of you and your pretty pink pussy lips glistening just for me.”
I lower down and crawl deeper onto the bed, delighting in the show I'm giving him. “Always just for you,” I murmur, drawing my knees up and spreading myself wide.
For a minute, he just stands and stares, so I decide to take things into my own hands. “Look, if you're not interested...”
He practically dives onto the bed, knocking my hand out of the way. “You know damn well I'm interested. I was just enjoying the view.”
“Fuck the view.” I arch my back, pushing my pussy into his face.
Finally on the same page as me, he ducks down and kisses his way up my thighs, alternating as he goes. “I'm sorry I made you wait,” he says quietly as he slips two fingers inside of me. “I wasn't trying to hurt you or hold out.” He presses the heel of his hand against my clit, working me into a frenzy all the while calmly explaining himself like he's not finger fucking me into oblivion.
“Ellis.” I moan, desperate for less talk and more action.
“No, listen, Princess.” He adds a third finger, and I see stars. “I was just worried. I didn't know exactly where your head was at and instead of asking, I assumed. That's on me. I promise from here on out, I'll bring my worries and concerns to you instead of deciding on your behalf.”
“Oh my god.” I undulate my hips. I’m already teetering on the edge, and his thoughtful apology is only pushing my closer to the edge. “Ellis, please.”
“What do you need?”
“I-I don't know.” I tug on his hair again, my body far more in tune with my needs than my brain. “As much as I love all the things you’re saying, I’d rather you put your mouth on me. Now.”
He smirks. “Yes, ma'am.”
That's all the warning I get before he slips his fingers out of me, allowing his talented tongue to replace his hand. He latches onto my clit like he has something to prove. And, I guess, in a way, he does.
And, hot damn, is he working overtime to prove it. Licking and sucking me until my pussy's clenching and my legs are shaking.