Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 111165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Laz locks the door and then presses me against it.
I bite my lip and wrap my hand around his neck as he presses against me, the hardness in his jeans digging into my hip. He groans quietly, lips at my neck, pushing me further into the door. The handle hurts my back, but it’s a good kind of hurt. All the pain you get from sex only heightens the experience, especially with Laz.
He puts his hands on my thighs and slowly skims his palms up, the hem of my yellow, crochet sundress lifting with them. They leave trails of sweat and heat then pause at my hips. He lets out a heavy exhale against my neck.
“Still no knickers,” he murmurs. “What did I do to deserve a woman like you again?”
I swallow, my heart pinching. “You just had to be yourself.”
“Was that it?”
I shut my eyes. It’s hot as hell in here, humid and stuffy. “Less talking,” I tell him, my hand slipping to his jeans and undoing his fly. “More screwing.”
He pulls back and stares at me, one hand dipping down between my legs, the other cupping my cheek. His lips are wet, parted, so entirely suckable, his eyes fraught with adrenaline from the show, from what’s about to happen. Even though we’ve been having constant sex, especially after he moved into my studio (Don’t worry, Scooby has a girlfriend now and is thrilled by this situation), it still feels so damn new and exciting every single time.
“I’m not sure I like you making the rules,” he says thickly.
“Deal with it, Lazarus Scott,” I tell him, moaning softly as his fingers slide along my wetness. My hand finds the stiff, hot length of his cock, and I pull it out of his jeans. “By the way, you’re not wearing underwear either.”
He closes his eyes and hisses softly as I wrap my fingers around him. “You’re rubbing off on me, sweet girl,” he says, voice rich and raspy.
“More like you’re rubbing off on me,” I manage to say as he dips a finger inside me. My body seems to exhale from his touch, as if I need him in order to breathe. Everything aches for him, and I clench around his finger greedily, wanting more, needing more. “And what did I say about no more talking.”
He lets out a raspy laugh. I slide my hand over his cock, dragging the silk of his precum down his rigid, heated length.
I love to unravel him.
I love to bring him to his knees.
I love more than anything to undo this man and leave him the way he’s always leaving me, like a string pulled and a top spinning, over and over again, tighter and tighter until it becomes the sun. Until I shine.
His head goes back, mouth open. He lets out a raw moan, the cords of his neck and the thick lines of his shoulders straining. Good god, watching him succumb to pleasure makes me happier and crazier than he would ever know.
Or maybe he does know by now.
I want to give him more. My hand works him expertly, knowing now just where to grip, where to twist, and judging by his quick breaths, I’m sure he’s close to coming. But he finally raises his head, his eyes unfocused as they roam over my face, fighting through a haze.
“Turn around, sweet girl,” he says.
I do as he asks. He pushes up my dress so it’s bunched up at my waist and my ass is exposed and I bend over, pushing my palms against the door for support.
His hands skirt my sides, over my hips, and down my thighs. I feel him crouch behind me, his fingers gripping my ass, and I try and sneak a look over my shoulder. He’s down on his knees and I can just see the top of his dark head beneath me.
I’m about to ask him what he has planned, but then I feel his face sink into me from behind, his hot mouth closing over me, his bottom lip sliding up over my clit, his tongue ring hitting all the right places.
Holy shit. Going down on me from behind?
This is a new one.
And I am not complaining.
He groans into me and I can feel the vibrations in my bones. I swell between his lips and he sucks me in his mouth like I’m candy. I let out a loud gasp, my nails digging into the door. It nearly knocks me off my feet.
“You should play shows like this more often,” I manage to say, my voice hoarse as I push back into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he whispers huskily, pulling away slightly. My skin prickles knowing how he must be looking at me. His tongue trails up the curve of my ass, my body exploding with a shower of sparks. “So bloody sweet.”