Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“For the most part,” she murmured.
I hummed as my hand fell from her face, dragging down her chest, grazing her nipples on its descent to her thigh. “Let’s see what we can do to make it all better.”
When her breath stuttered this time, I smirked, scrunching her skirt in my fist and pulling it higher.
“Wh-what are you going to do?” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.
Holding her gaze, I slowly lowered to my knees and stroked my palms up the silky-smooth skin of her thighs, pushing her skirt over her hips. She gasped when I pressed my nose against her damp panties. “I’m going to make you forget your day. I’m going to make you forget everything except what it feels like to have my tongue buried deep inside your cunt.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
I pulled her panties aside, brushed my thumb up and down her wet slit, and cocked a brow. “Yes…”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I parted her and roughly shoved two fingers deep as my lips latched onto her clit.
Her blissful cry shot bolts of pleasure down my spine, making me yearn for more. I curled my fingers inside her and flicked my tongue, bringing her to the edge of orgasm quickly. Only to ease off a moment later.
I repeated the process, earning a whimper each time.
“Lucian,” she pleaded into closed ears. “Oh, god. Please.”
“Not yet, princess,” I groaned against her.
Her hips rocked, fucking my hand—my face. One palm scraped for purchase against the cabinets, while the other clutched my shoulder, needing support as I continued to tease her.
Not until her wetness slid down her thighs, coated my chin, and dripped into my palm, did I finally give in. I added another finger and pushed my other hand up her body to twist her nipple tight, sucking at her clit.
Like the calm before a storm, her breaths halted along with the grinding of her hips as the walls of her pussy fluttered softly. The stillness a prelude to the orgasm that quickly followed. Her cunt spasmed around my fingers, making my cock jealous of the tight pulses. Her whimpers morphed into cries and moans, escaping around gasps for air. All while her hips pushed against my face, searching for more.
I carried her through it, giving her everything she needed to let go and sink into the blissful pleasure. I softened my touch, easing her back to reality, and replaced my fingers with my tongue, eager to lick up every ounce of her cum.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
She mumbled something incoherent, then sagged back against the cabinets, her body yielding and spent.
Exactly how I wanted her.
Standing, I pressed myself close and dragged my damp nose along her cheek to her ear and whispered, “Again.”
Her gaze jerked to mine; brows pinched. “What?”
“I said,” I explained slowly. “Again.”
“But I…I can’t.”
“Oh, princess…” I chuckled and gripped her arm, guiding her to face the island counter. Standing behind her, I pressed my cheek to hers. “What did I say about your orgasms?”
She shook her head, her breath coming in soft pants. “I-I…”
I placed her hands on the counter before gripping her hips. “I said that they’re mine. So, if I want you to give me another, you will.”
“Lucian…”
Everything started between us when she confessed her inability to orgasm. Since then, every ounce of pleasure I wrought from her delectable body, knowing I was the only man able to make her lose control, left me with a high I craved. Her submission filled me with a desperate eagerness for more.
I pressed my palm to the center of her back, bending her over the quartz top. “Shh-shh-shh, princess,” I soothed, returning to my knees.
Pushing her skirt back over her hips, I fisted the black lace, caressing her soft curves. With a sharp twist, I ripped her panties and shoved them in my pocket as I buried my face back between her thighs.
She cried out, and I lost myself to the sound. I lost myself in her. Unlike last time, I didn’t play. I became a hunter, giving everything I had into winning another orgasm from her.
She pressed her face against her arms, muffling her moans as she rocked back into me. My cock throbbed against my pants, begging to be let free to fuck her through her pleasure, but I couldn’t. Not when the feel and taste of her had me riding the edge of my own control.
Instead, I focused on her.
Within minutes, I was rewarded with more tight pulses from her cunt, more screams marking the sharpness of her orgasm, more cum sliding down my throat and chin.
Fuck, I wanted to spend the rest of the night feasting on her. I wanted to make her come again and again. While the idea flooded me with heat, it wasn’t what she needed. I set the selfish desire aside and focused on easing her down from her high, coaxing her to stay relaxed after her stressful day.