Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I traced my fingers down the soft, supple curve of her breasts, spreading my hands over them, reveling in their sheer size, the way they molded to my palms.
Too big to let go.
Too fucking perfect to ever let another man lay eyes on them again.
“You are a masterpiece, chérie.” My voice was thick, hoarse, and wrecked.
She shuddered.
I took my time, rubbing slow, teasing circles over her nipples, feeling the way they hardened further beneath my touch.
A soft moan left her.
“You like that?”
“Y-yes.”
“Mmmm.” I rolled those nipples between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her moan. “I can do this for the rest of my life.
She whimpered, “Fabien.”
I tightened my grip, twisting just a little, watching as her lips parted, her body arching toward me, her thighs pressing together.
My cock twitched.
I flicked one nipple, then the other, my hands alternating between slow, lazy caresses and rough, possessive tugs.
“Shit.” She was losing it.
Her hands flew to my suit jacket, tugging at the fabric, desperate.
Smirking, I leaned in, letting my hot breath drag over the sensitive peaks before finally flicking my tongue over one tight bud.
She gasped and dug her nails into my shoulders.
I licked the nipple—slow and teasing—circling the peak before closing my lips around it.
And then I sucked.
Hard.
Her body jerked, her head falling back against the wall. “Oh, fuck.”
That was what I wanted.
I flicked my tongue against the bud while I sucked, alternating between gentle and firm, feeling the way her body melted into me.
Then, I released her nipple with a slow pop and moved to the other, giving it the same thorough, sinful attention.
My tongue swirled, my teeth grazing just slightly before I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth.
“Oh my God.” She whimpered, her hips shifting, searching for friction.
My cock pulsed.
And then to my shock, her hands were on my cock.
Oh yes.
My breath caught as she slid one palm over my belt, quickly working it open with a sensual ease that made my entire body go tight.
Oh my sweet American girl.
Fast, her fingers unzipped my slacks, slipping inside, finding the rigid, throbbing length of my cock.
And then—skin to skin.
I groaned, my forehead dropping against her breast, my body going tight with need.
God, I love the way she takes control.
Her palm wrapped around my cock, warm, soft, her fingers stroking slow, teasing.
I was supposed to unravel Rae some more, but she is destroying me. . .
More pre-cum spilled immediately, thick and hot, smearing across her fingers.
Rae moaned. “I love how big you are.”
I growled. “You’re teetering on the edge of danger, chérie.”
“Am I?”
“Fuck.” Playing with her nipples, I thrust my cock into her hand, unable to help myself, desperate for more, desperate for her.
Rae stroked again, her grip firmer, dragging her palm down the length of me, spreading my slick arousal over my shaft.
“Fuck yes.” I hissed, my lips returning to her breasts, my mouth working her nipples as I thrust into her grip.
Soft moans slipped from her lips, her fingers tightening, her strokes becoming sensually slow.
Groaning, I latched onto her nipple again, sucking harder this time, my tongue flicking wildly as I groaned into her skin.
She moaned, her hips shifting, rubbing against me, teasing me with her heat, with the promise of where I needed to be.
I pulled back, breath ragged, my cock twitching violently in her hand.
I could feel it.
That tight, aching pull.
That desperate, uncontrollable need to cum all over her.
And she fucking knew it.
She looked at me, her lips parted, her hand still stroking my swollen cock, still teasing. Her breasts, wet and glistening from my mouth, rose and fell with every heavy breath.
I was so close to losing it.
So close to spilling for her.
But not yet.
Not before I was buried inside her.
Not before I fucked her senseless.
Not before I made her mine.
I lowered my head, taking one of her stiff, aching nipples into my mouth, sucking hard, groaning at the way she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair.
Then, I stepped back and growled, “Turn around.”
She blinked up at me, dazed, still lost in the pleasure I had just given her. “What?”
“Turn around,” I growled again. “Then, put your hands on the wall.”
A dark, lusty chuckle left Rae. “Am I getting arrested?”
“Fuck yes. You have violated several French laws. You’ll have to come back to Paris for a life sentence of my cock.”
“Mmmm. Then, take me, officer.” Rae obeyed, pressing her palms flat against the surface, her ass perfectly presented to me, her body still trembling.
I yanked that shimmering gown up.
She shrieked.
I exhaled sharply, my hands tightening on her hips as I took in the sight before me.
Mon dieu!! She has been wearing a pink lace thong this whole time?
And not just any thong.
It was delicate, barely there, sinful against the rich expanse of her dark brown skin, cutting low over the lush curve of her hips and disappearing between the full swell of her big, juicy ass.