Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he says hoarsely. “You taste like honey.”
I shake.
And when the cigar returns to my skin, I nearly sob.
He strokes it along my lower lips again, teasing and coaxing. Circling. Painting my arousal across my own flesh. It’s too much and not enough.
And then he eases it inside me just a couple of inches. Just enough to make my entire body jerk.
But only for a moment.
Then he pulls back and circles my clit with maddening precision, driving me higher with every pass.
I can’t think.
Can’t breathe.
My hips lift and my back arches as my body silently asks for more.
And when I whisper his name again, my tone pleading and begging, he groans.
“Look at you,” he rasps. “Completely undone. Just for me.”
I whimper in response.
“You know how hard I am right now?” he asks roughly. “All because of you. The way you look. The way you taste. The way you beg for my touch.”
Tears prick the corners of my eyes as I moan, desperate and aching.
“Tell me,” he says, circling my clit again. “How badly do you want to come?”
“More than anything,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Please, Steele.”
He dips the cigar inside me again, once and then twice.
My body rises off the glass in desperation. “Please,” I sob. “I need… please—”
“Good girl,” he whispers, and that’s all it takes for the world to shatter.
Pleasure slams into me like a tidal wave, knocking the air from my lungs. My thighs quake, and I cry out, unable to stop the onslaught of sensation. Never once does he move or let up. He strokes me gently with the cigar, dragging every last tremor from my body until I’m a shaking, wrung-out mess.
My chest heaves.
“Come here, Lilah.”
On legs that barely hold me, I rise from the table and wobble toward him. The room tilts, and I grab the couch for balance.
He remains seated with his legs spread. When I stop between them, he looks up at me with eyes that are heavy-lidded, dark, and full of hunger.
“Kneel,” he says.
My knees hit the floor with a dull thud.
He doesn’t need to guide me. I reach for him, fingers shaking as I find the thick belt, loosening the leather before unzipping the fly of his pants and slipping my fingers inside the damp cotton of his boxers. Even though I just came, more arousal gathers on my sensitive flesh.
“Take my cock out,” he orders. “And then stroke me. Show me exactly what you want.”
His head tips back as I wrap my hand around his hard length. The low sound he makes sends another ripple of heat through my core. His fingers curl around the tumbler again as he takes a sip and then another drag from the cigar.
“Eyes on me,” he says, the words striking something deep inside my core.
My gaze remains locked on his as I take him into my mouth, savoring the salty taste of him as my tongue swirls around the tip. I’ve been thinking about him ever since the night I helped him in the shower, the memory seared into my mind like a brand.
Now, with him trembling beneath my touch, I can’t hold back. I slide down the length of his erection, my lips gliding with practiced ease, then back up again, bobbing with a rhythm that has his breath catching.
His fingers slip into my hair, not to force, just to guide. It’s as if he needs the anchor just as much as I do.
“That feels so good, baby. Can you take just a bit more? Can you take every inch?”
I’ve never in my life wanted to please a man more than I do Steele. What we’re sharing feels unbearably intimate. And I want him to fall apart with the same intensity that I unraveled with minutes ago.
He groans when his cock hits the back of my throat.
Tears sting my eyes as I take even more of his hard length until I’m almost gagging.
He thumbs them away before bringing his hand to his mouth and licking the moisture.
I might be the one giving him pleasure, but I’m more turned on than I ever have been in my life. I don’t understand how that’s possible when I’m the one on my knees.
“Mmm, that’s it. Just like that. It’s so good when your muscles tighten around me. Fuck. Are you going to swallow down all my cum like a good girl, Lilah?”
I moan around him, wanting to give him this so badly.
His release crashes through him with a raw, broken groan and his cum splashes against the back of my throat as I greedily drink it down just like he asked. I feel the impact of his orgasm everywhere.
In my bones.
In my blood.
In the space between us that will never be the same again.
He doesn’t say a word as he sets down the cigar, then scoops me into his arms and carries me down the hall to his room.