Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 145746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
The music continues to flow over us even as we move toward the bed. He stretches out and looks over at me, one brow quirked. “This is your show. Take the lead.”
“Gladly.” I reach over to the bedside table I’ve adopted as my own and pull out my supplies.
Monk tips his head back and stares at the ceiling. “I’m never playing cards with you again.”
I snicker and kiss along his collarbone, down his chest, sucking his nipples and exploring the ridges of his abs, the swells of his pecs, the bulge of his biceps, and the flex of his thighs. I delight in the hard, silky beauty of his body. He turns me onto my side and lifts the curls from my neck, anointing my nape with open-mouth kisses, dragging his lips down the curve of my spine, and licking across my hip. Finally he gently turns me onto my stomach.
“You sure you don’t want me to fuck you in the ass?” he asks, humor threaded with the lust in his voice. “That offer’s still on the table.”
“As generous as that is,” I say, breathless from his mouth all over me, “I have an even better reward for that dick.”
He glances almost woefully down at my ass and sighs. “If you say so.”
“I want to make you feel good in a different way, Monk,” I say, looking over my shoulder and searching his face. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah.” He runs his open palm over the curve of my ass and brushes his finger over the small hole. “You did say I get to do all those other things to it.”
I laugh and gesture to the array of toys and lubricants on the bed beside us. “Do your worst.”
“I’ve done this before,” he muses, feathering kisses over my backside. “I love it actually. I think I’m pretty good at it.”
Cheek to the pillow, I grin. “I’ll be the judge of—Ohhhhhhh, shiiiiiit!”
My voice disintegrates into something low and garbled with his mouth on me there. His tongue lapping and pushing into the tiny hole. It’s not something I’ve had many times before, and maybe I’d be self-conscious even with the douching and the waxing and the washing, but with every lick over and push in of his tongue, I become less coherent. I’m sure my brain is leaking out onto the pillow. There’s no shame, only instinct and feral hunger driving me to raise up on my knees, reach back and spread my cheeks, holding myself open for him. He’s groaning and gripping my hips, eating my ass like it’s gourmet. I asked him not to shave, so his stubble is slightly abrasive, scraping against my skin wherever it touches. I push back onto his face, moaning and keening.
He nudges me onto my back, wiping his mouth and reaching for one of the toys. He slicks it and turns it on. The low hum, the sound makes my body clench around the emptiness waiting to be filled. He smiles down at me, reaching between my legs and running his fingers over me. Still caressing my clit, he inserts the toy slowly, the vibration jolting through my core and sending shock waves down the backs of my legs all the way to my feet.
“Oh.” I arch, my back bowing at the pleasure devouring me from the inside. “Monk, I…”
“You what, baby?” He dials up the intensity, and my eyes roll back, my body jerking and my legs stiffening. “What do you want?”
“This,” I mutter, my tongue nearly useless to make sounds or words as I lose myself in the storm of sensation. He’s everywhere. His mouth on my breasts, his thumb in my ass, his hand between my legs, and all the while the toy vibrates relentlessly.
“I can’t…” I try to catch my breath, but it’s too intense. I gasp and howl, spreading my legs, tossing my head and curling my toes as wave after wave crashes over me. As soon as I settle, as my senses find earth, he starts again, alternating between his mouth and the toy and his hand. It’s a cycle so viciously good, when I’ve crested for the fourth time, I sob into the pillow.
“Monk, please,” I hiccup, my legs flopping open. “I can’t again.”
His lips are swollen. His eyes are dark and feral. His grin is smug and satisfied.
“You were right.” He slides down my body and kisses, sucks, licks between my legs. “That was fun.”
I narrow my eyes at him, spent, but rousing myself so I can blow his fucking mind.
I sit up and reach for one of the dildos. “My turn.”
FORTY-NINE
Monk
“I need you to relax,” Verity says, on her knees facing me on the bed, as she lubes up what she assures me is one of her modestly sized dildos.
“You tell me to relax while aiming that,” I say, nodding to the sex toy, “at me?”