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)
These shorts are looser fitting than the other pajama bottoms I’ve seen her in, giving me easy access to slide my fingers beneath the material. I drag my knuckle over her panty-covered slit, before slipping beneath that material, too.
“Fuck, Princess.” My cock aches as I feel how wet she is. “Is this all for me?”
“Shut up and fuck me with your fingers, Ellis.” She shifts restlessly against me, desperate searching for friction. Lucky for her, I’m happy to oblige.
I part her pussy lips, gliding my fingers up and down her slit, as I gather her wetness and press my thumb to her clit. I work the sensitive nub in small, controlled circles as I slide two fingers inside of her.
“Ellis,” she whimpers.
“I know, baby girl. I’ve got you.” My cock aches as she rolls her hips. “Ride my fingers.”
“Fuck.” She moans the word, drawing the single syllable out as I stroke in and out of her in time with her movements.
“Your pussy’s gripping me so tight. You feel so damn good.” I curl my fingers inside of her. “Bet you taste even better”
“Oh, god. Oh my god.” She bears down harder, working clit against my thumb. “I—I’m going to—”
“I know.” I lean in and draw her nipple back into my mouth, tugging on the taut bud with my teeth. “Come all over my fingers, Scarlet. Fucking soak me.”
“Ellis.” The sound of her crying my name as she comes will live rent-free in my head for the rest of my fucking life. Guaranteed, I’ll be in the nursing home, popping Viagra and jacking off to this memory.
“That’s it.” I slow my ministrations, stroking her gently as she comes down. “You feel better?”
She blinks up at me. “So much better.”
I reluctantly slide my fingers from her tight, dripping wet, still fluttering pussy. She watches me intently as I bring said fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean.
“Delicious,” I growl, wishing like hell I could get my mouth on her for round two—assuming we ever have another round.
She reaches for the waistband on my sweats, but I stop her. “This was about you. About your pleasure. Don’t worry about me.”
When she only blinks, I rush to add, “Not that I don’t want your hands on me. Fuck, the mere thought of it is enough to send me over the edge. But right now, if it’s okay with you, I want to take you back to my bed and just… hold you. Can I do that?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, snuggling into me, her eyelids already drooping. “You can do that.”
TWENTY-FOUR
SCARLET
“You are a boss-ass bitch,” I mutter to my reflection as a tighten my ponytail.
“Hell yeah, you are.” Ellis presses a kiss to my cheek as he slips into the bathroom behind me.
His bathroom, because I’ve spent the last two nights in his bed. Talk about a freaking tailspin. The pipeline from enemies to confidants to friends to... whatever the hell we are now has been fast. Like, warp speed. “What’s got you all worked up?”
I rare back. “What do you mean? I’m not—I’m just doing affirmations.”
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “You’re nervous. Tell me why.”
“Bossy.” I grab my toothbrush and squirt a strip of sparkly toothpaste along it, sticking my tongue out at him before scrubbing my teeth until they shine.
“Pretty sure that’s you.” He rolls his eyes and starts the shower. “Now, spill.”
My cheeks heat, and it’s not from the steam filling the room. No, it’s from thinking of all of the filthy things he’s whispered in my ear the last two nights.
I always assumed Ellis would be a selfish lover, but he’s so fucking not. In addition to being ridiculously talented—that man could find my clit blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back—he’s thoughtful, patient, and stupidly selfless.
I’m ready for more. Ready for him to put his mouth on me, to actually get to touch him, to fuck him. But he’s Mr. Slow and Steady Wins the Race. Which is fine and dandy, but I want to swallow his dick like it’s my last meal, and I really need to find a way to get him on board.
“I guess we’ve just sort of made a cocoon here and I’m...” I pull my hair tie out, rake my fingers through my hair, and flip my head to retie my ponytail. “I’m nervous about leaving.”
“Understandable.” He turns the shower off, grabs my hand, and guides me back into the bedroom. “So let’s talk about it.”
“Do we have to?” I ask, plopping down onto his absurdly comfortable mattress.
“Yes.” He kneels on the floor in front of me, taking both of my hands into his. “We do, so buck up, Princess.”
“Ugh, fine.” He strokes his thumbs over the backs of my hands, patiently waiting for me to gather my thoughts. How is it possible he’s the same man who used to enrage me without even trying? It’s surreal. “I feel safe here. Like, untouchable safe. And the thought of venturing outside of this little bubble, where he could be lurking around any corner, has me a little antsy.”