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)
“Yeah?” He sounds smug, like he knows exactly how good it feels. “Glad you think so.”
“You don’t have to sound so cocky.”
“Is that how you think I sound?” he asks, running conditioner through the ends of my hair.
“Obviously.”
“You’re wrong.” He twists my hair into bun and clips it in place. “You’re mistaking pride for cockiness. I’m proud I can take care of you. That I can bring you pleasure.”
My heart beats wildly in my chest. “Who in the hell are you?” I ask, mildly bewildered. He’s not an asshole, a fuckboy, or any other mean things I’ve thought about him over the years. He’s kind, caring, and outrageously perceptive.
“I’m Ellis fucking Wilder, baby girl.”
“Oh my god.” I burst out laughing. “You’re so cheesy.”
“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” He grabs a bottle of body wash, the very same kind I use, and flips open the top. “Because we both know you do.”
“Yeah,” I say softly, almost as if I’m confessing something. “I really do.”
“Stand for me.” His words hit me like a command, and I rise from the water, his eyes roving over every inch of me.
I feel my cheeks heat, but I’m chalking it up to the warm water, and not the way he’s looking at me like I’m something precious.
“Are you going to wash me or just stare?” I sass, fighting off the urge to shiver as the air cools my damp skin.
“Honestly, I might just fucking stare.” He walks forward on his knees until his legs are flush with the front of the tub. “You’re...” he swallows roughly. “A fucking goddess.”
“Ellis.” My hand trembles as I reach for him, curling my fingers into his hair. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asks, his voice rough as he stares up at me reverently.
“Put your hands on me.” I tighten my grip on his hair and tug his face closer. “Put your mouth on me. Make me forget all about this day... about anything other than you.”
“Are you sure?” He licks his lips.
I swear, my knees go weak as I tug on his hair again, and he falls forward.
“Shit, Princess,” he rumbles, pitching forward over the edge of the tub. He manages to catch himself just short of falling in, but he’s close enough that I can feel his warm breath fan across my lower belly.
“I swear to god, if you don’t put your mouth on my pussy, I might actually explode.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” He reaches up with his right hand and palms my thigh, squeezing lightly while skimming his nose along stomach.
“Ellis.” His name is a plea for more. I shift my thighs together, wondering why he’s taking so long. Does he not want me the same way I do him? I’m desperate for more, nearly shaking in anticipation of what comes next.
“What’s wrong?” His tone is soft as he looks up at me, lightly trailing his fingers down my knee. His touch is incendiary, lighting me up from the inside out.
“What’s wrong?” I splutter, absolutely at the end of my rope with the scenic route he’s taking. “I want to fucking ride your face, to watch my juices drip down your chin, and then I want to ride your cock. But you don’t seem—”
“If you’re about to say I don’t seem into you, I’m gonna need you to shut your mouth. Because I’m so fucking into you.” He nips my hip bone. “But I want to take my time.” He drags his lips to the top of my mound, pressing an open-mouthed kiss there before moving to my other hip. “To savor every drop.”
“Savor me later.”
He flicks his tongue against my clit, as I yet again tug him closer. If I’m not careful, his scalp will be sore tomorrow, but I can’t find it in me to care right now.
“More,” I demand, bringing my other hand to his head as well, guiding him exactly where I want him.
Finally on the same page, he tightens his grip on my knee. “Bend your leg, Princess.”
I do, and he guides my foot to the side of the tub, opening me up to him fully. He groans and then licks me in earnest, from bottom to top, and I swear to god, I see stars.
“Taste so fucking good.” He keeps licking me, moving toward my clit, only to move away at the last second. I feel like a rocket about to explode. Like I’m on the precipice of something life-altering—close but still just out of reach. It’s maddening.
“Please,” I beg, unable to stand another second of this torment. “Please, Ellis. Please.” I’m borderline sobbing at this point, but I don’t care. I’ll do anything to get his mouth where I need it most.
“Only because you said please.” He latches onto my clit, sucking in hard, deep pulses. It’s fucking euphoric, but I need more.