Series: Penny Dee
Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
His gaze immediately lingers on the deep scar across my collarbone. “How did you get this?” he growls.
My jaw tightens slightly as I flick my hair over my shoulder and say, “Your questions are boring, Silas. I think your hands will work better than your mouth by taking off my bra as well.”
His jaw tightens. Silas isn’t a man used to being denied, well, anything. But my secrets are not up for discussion. His gaze flickers with curiosity, but he seems to be a smart man whose gaze continues to roam down my body. Our mouths are so close when he reaches behind and unclasps my bra. I feel the straps fall from my shoulders, then I let it fall off completely. His eyes leave mine and drop to my breasts before they come back up to me. His hands then fall to the button on my skirt, but I stop him and curve a ruthless smile.
“The skirt stays on.”
“You’re awfully demanding for a woman who wants an orgasm,” he says as his hands slide across to my upper bare back.
“You’re certainly picky for a man who I’m permitting to touch my body,” I say with a seductive smile. His eyes darken with greed, and my smile doesn’t falter as I lean forward and smash my lips to his. His hands slide up and down my back, as if he is trying to work out all my ridges. He explores each part of me with his hands, hard yet gentle, as they work across my back before moving to my hips. He pushes my hips down so I can feel the hardness through his jeans while my panties press against the perfect spot. His mouth opens, and I slide my tongue in. He groans at the contact, and I keep on kissing him. My hands find his chest, and I press my hands against him as his hand stays on my hips. Before I can stop myself, I’m moving, the kiss almost forgotten with each hip movement, until he bites my bottom lip and my eyes spring open.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” Words, I never needed them before when I had sex. I would actually prefer none. The last man I fucked kept on talking as I rode his cock, and at one stage, I covered his mouth with my hand to get him to shut the fuck up.
It didn’t work. He kept talking under my hand.
I didn’t come. But I did tie him to his bed and leave him there before he could come as well.
“Am I?” I ask, not for reassurance, but because I want to hear what else he says.
“The most fucking beautiful creature I have ever seen.” My hands slide down his shirt to the hem. I pull at it, and he lets me, removing his hands from my body so I can slide it off him. Discarding it to the floor next to us, I take him in. He has large ravens tattooed on his abs, and ink scattered almost everywhere. My hands touch his lower stomach as my thumb rubs the outline of the ravens. He doesn’t stop me, simply lets me explore the art on his body, when suddenly his cock twitches. My eyes find his as he sits back up. His hands find my breasts, and he cups them before he plays with my nipple, squeezing it and rolling it between his fingers as if he has all the time in the world. My hips start moving again as I use our clothing as friction against my already sensitive clit, and now I can’t stop them. The pressure is becoming too much. He is becoming too much.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks, and he lowers his head so his mouth is on my nipple as his other hand falls from my breast and drags down my skirt. Sliding between my inner thighs, he presses his fingers on my clit, rubbing it in circles through my panties.
“Yes,” I say.
“Good doctor…” he murmurs, still keeping the pressure against my clit. My head falls back, and his mouth continues moving against my sensitive nipples.
“Fuck me…” I scream.
“I intend to,” he says, and then his hand is gone, as if he knows what I need. He pushes up, stands with me still on his lap, and turns me around and places me back in the seat he was just in. He steps back and kicks off his boots before he slides his pants down over his very large and hard cock and past his tattooed thighs until they fall to the ground. I kick my shoes off, and he leans forward to pull my panties down my hips. As requested, I keep the high-waisted skirt on.
He hovers above me, not touching, just looking. I open my legs and move my hand between my thighs to touch my very sensitive clit. His eyes watch every movement before he drops down on his knees in front of me. His hands touch my thighs as he watches my fingers move, and then he leans forward. His mouth falls between my legs, his tongue darts out, and instantly I feel him at my core. Heat takes over, and my hand falls away as he moves his tongue up to play with my clit. It’s so sensitive, so tender that I can’t take much of it. But fuck, it feels good. My legs start to close with each movement of his tongue because the pressure is building yet again from the way he is tasting me. He knows what he is doing with that tongue of his, and fuck, I am so thankful as the build only grows and grows, my breath coming out labored as I chase the high that he can so easily trigger.