Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“Next lesson,” I said against his lips, teasing him with little brushes of my own that weren’t quite kisses. “Strip me out of these shorts. Slowly. Make everything count. Make me drip for you.”
“Fuck,” he rasped.
“And then use your mouth and these big hands of yours to make me come.”
I barely got the words out before Carter flipped me onto my back.
I couldn’t help but smile, and I dragged my teeth across my lip as I watched him hike one of my legs up onto his shoulder. He kissed along my calf as he tugged one boot off, then switched legs to take care of the other.
“Slow,” I reminded him, and I felt him take a breath against my skin as he brought the pace down.
His mouth stayed on me as his hands traveled up. He planted a long, lingering kiss just below my knee, and then his fingers hooked onto my belt buckle, yanking it open. He thumbed my belt open next, unfastened the button of my shorts, and peeled the zipper down.
All the while, his mouth was working. He licked and sucked his way up my thighs as his hands hooked into the waistband of my shorts and started pulling them down. It was only the act of peeling them off me that made his kisses stop, and he sat back on his heels so he could maneuver better.
“Tell me what to do,” I coached. “A woman wants you to take control.”
“That’s not what you want,” he threw back with a mischievous grin.
“Well, we’re not talking about me. Now, tell. Me. What. To. Do.”
Carter licked his lip, curling his fingers inside the band of my shorts.
“Lift your ass, baby. Let me get these off you.”
I smirked, lifting my hips as he asked me to. I worked with his guidance until my shorts were off along with the black cotton thong I had beneath it. Carter tossed both somewhere behind him before he was on me again.
And I let out a sigh, closed my eyes, and focused on how to make him a pussy-eating machine.
“Show me how well you listened during our first lesson,” I told him. “Show me what you learned.”
I peeked one eye open just long enough to see the determination settle in on Carter’s face. It lit me up like nothing had before, enough to have me wondering what the hell it was that I found so fucking hot about teaching this man how to touch me. I didn’t let myself overthink it before I was dragging my nails through his hair and guiding him right where I wanted.
Just like I asked, he proved to me that he’d paid attention during our first lesson. He took his time, his kisses wet and longing as he worshipped my thighs and toyed with me enough to make me squirm. When I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, he rewarded me with a long lap of his tongue from my opening all the way up to my clit.
“Mmm,” he moaned against me, and I arched my back, body reacting without my permission to how badly he wanted me.
Carter pressed on both of my thighs, opening me like he couldn’t get me wide enough to do everything he wanted to. He licked me again, slower this time, and then two fast licks in quick succession that had my clit buzzing to life.
“Talk to me,” I managed, licking my lips as a panting breath slipped through them. “Make it dirty.”
Carter licked around my opening and up to my clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it with just the right pressure to make my legs quake. When he covered my clit with his whole mouth, kissing it sloppily and swirling his tongue in a figure eight, I moaned and bucked up to meet his touch.
He smiled against me, winding his arms up and under each thigh so he could hold me still. “Look at you, filthy girl,” he purred, swirling his tongue around my clit before he teased the inside of my thighs again. “You’re so fucking pretty when you squirm for me like this.”
“Yes,” I managed, rolling my lips together. “Good. Now, get to work.”
Carter smiled against my thigh again before he was dragging his mouth where I wanted.
And I was so glad he had use of his hands this lesson.
I loved the way his fingertips dug into my thighs, the way his palm spanned the length of my abdomen as he slid one hand up and roughly shoved it under the bralette beneath my sheer dress. I fucking loved the way he toyed with my nipple, the way his other hand slid beneath me, fingertips dancing in the wetness there.
“God, I can’t wait to fuck this pussy,” Carter breathed, circling my opening with one slick finger. “I can’t wait to feel you stretching for me, to feel you hugging every inch as I break you wide open.”