Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
My hands tremble as I hold his purchase and get to my feet, heading to the bathroom. It takes a couple of minutes to get into it and adjust the material to fit my breasts so that they’re supported enough but allowed to hang as he likes them. I turn around to see my backside. I get an eyeful because the only thing that’s covered is the sides of my cheeks and a G-string.
Still, it is beautiful. And I do feel sexy. And as I paint my lips with the lipstick that matches the fabric perfectly, I feel like I’m walking on air.
I brush out my hair, then pull it away from my face and secure it with a long pink ribbon. A quick coating of mascara never hurts, so I add some of that, too.
Now that’s all finished, there’s nothing to occupy my brain except what I’m about to do.
My stomach clenches as I walk into the living room, which is ridiculous because we’ve seen each other naked more than we’ve seen each other clothed since we arrived here. I’ve even worn the other lingerie he bought me, which was an absolute success. Yet, this feels like more.
His gaze burns a hole in my chest as I grow closer. I round the corner of the sofa, and he’s naked, his cock in his hand as he watches me approach with hooded eyes and a flexed jaw.
“You look like you’re waiting on me,” I say demurely.
His lip twitches. “You look like you’re looking for me.”
“And you,” I say, stopping in front of him, “look like you need your dick sucked.” Reaching down, I swipe the bead of precum from the head of his cock. Then I pop my finger in my mouth as his eyes grow wide, wrapping my lips around it and licking the saltiness from my skin.
I’m clearly in control now. It’ll shift. It’ll change. He’ll take it back. But, for the moment, it’s me who holds the power, and I like it.
“Will you teach me how you’d like me to suck you off?” I ask, batting my lashes. “I don’t know how.”
“You’ve never sucked a dick before?”
I make a face, falling out of character. “I’ve tried a couple of times. The first time, he—”
“No details. I don’t need to know the details.”
I shrug. “You asked.” I twirl for him, then straddle his knees so he can get a good look at me in the overpriced nylon piece he spent his hard-earned money on. “Do you like this?”
He holds my thighs in his hands as he looks me up and down, his gaze relishing my every bend and curve. I know he notices my scar again—I can tell by his finger dragging across it—but he doesn’t bring it up. Thank God.
Standing before him, feeling so admired, is exhilarating. There’s nowhere to hide, nowhere to tuck away the little pieces of me that I find less than perfect. And he takes me in, every inch of me, like I’m every dream he’s ever had.
“I’m speechless,” he says, as if he can’t believe he’s admitting that to me. “You’re … there are no adjectives to do you any justice.” His eyes find mine. “I wish you could see yourself as I see you.” His smile is soft. “You’d walk into every room with your head held high and not give a damn about what anyone thought about you—because you’d know you were everything.”
A lump settles in my throat at the tenderness of his words. Even in a moment like this, with his cock hard and my offering every distraction, he puts me first. My needs. What I need to hear.
“Teach me how to make you feel good,” I say softly.
He scrapes his bottom lip over his teeth and then sits taller. “Get on your knees.”
I hold his gaze as I position myself between his legs.
He takes my hand and wraps it around his girth. The velvet-coated steel reminds me of how it feels sliding inside my pussy. I fight a moan as my muscles clench, begging for him to pound me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I want fucked.”
His smile is nothing if it’s not dangerous. “Lick my cock.” He releases my hand so it’s only me touching him.
I start at the base and drag my tongue to the tip in one long motion. His fingers dig into the chair as he watches me swirl my tongue around the head.
Emboldened by his approval, I sit taller. I take my time licking his shaft, watching him for any indication of what he likes most. I suck a line up the underside, lightly pulling the skin into my mouth as I move my lips, my saliva performing as the perfect lubrication.
“Fuck, Doc. I thought you didn’t know how to do this?”
I flick my tongue against the tip. “Am I doing a good job?”