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)
I didn’t even fake the moan that got out of me, but I did quickly realize I was losing myself again.
Hold the reins, an inner voice warned me.
“That’s it,” I encouraged him. “Just like that.”
Carter sucked my clit with conviction then, my praise spurring him on. And when he slid his finger inside me, I rewarded him with a bucking of my hips, with my hands twisting in his hair and holding him to me.
Until he started jamming that finger in and out of me.
I laughed a little, reaching down to slow his assault.
“You’re listening so well,” I breathed, chest heaving as my orgasm began to play at my nerve endings. “Now, do exactly what you did last time with your mouth, and use your hand. But be easy. Curl your finger inside me. Wiggle it until you find the spot that makes me tremble. Then read my body language, figure out the combination to make me come.”
Carter hummed his understanding, and when I released my grip on his wrist, he started to move his finger inside me again.
This time, it was exactly what I needed.
He curled the digit slowly, hooking until he found that sensitive area that made me moan. When he did, he slipped another finger inside to join the first, and I felt every ounce of his concentration as he sucked my clit and moved his fingers like he was a thief, and I was the combination to the safe he had to unlock.
“Yes,” I breathed, hips rocking, hands gripping his hair. “Fuck, yes, yes, right there. Don’t stop.”
Carter doubled down, fingering me faster, his tongue swirling over my clit before he closed his lips over it and sucked in the perfect little pulses I needed.
And when his other hand started plucking my nipple in the same rhythm, it was just what the doctor ordered.
I came with a cry, legs shaking, ribcage constricting, every muscle in my body coiling tight. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me, and Carter didn’t let up until I was completely spent, until I was tapping his arm and wincing from the sensitivity of so much attention on my clit.
Slowly, Carter relented, pressing soft kisses against my vulva as he slowed his fingers inside me. When he withdrew them altogether, I shivered again, letting out a low string of curse words that made him smile as he kissed my thigh and sat back on his heels.
“Jesus, that was sexy,” he said, wiping the edges of his smirking lips with his thumb. “And much more fun when hands are involved.”
“You just say that because you got to feel up my tits.”
“Oh, I’m not denying the facts.”
I chuckled, stretching my arms up overhead as my body hummed with the delicious energy of the orgasm that had just rocked me.
“That was nice,” I said. “I love how you listened.”
“Are you saying I’m a good boy?”
“I am,” I said, leaning up on my palms. “Now, go reach into my purse and pull out your reward.”
Carter jumped off the couch like I’d just told him the key to the Stanley Cup was in my bag, and I laughed a little when Zamboni startled from where he’d been passed out on his dog bed. But he lifted his head only a moment, decided whatever Carter and I were doing was too boring for him to care, and then he laid back down.
My smirk was permanent as I watched Carter dig inside my purse. I sat up all the way, slowly stripping out of my dress and bralette while his back was turned to me.
By the time he turned around, I was completely naked.
And he was holding up his reward with a shocked, slightly scared expression.
My smile grew wider.
Because in his hand he held a Fleshlight.
It was modeled to look like me, from the dark silicone lips down to the faintest hint of my trimmed landing strip. It was impossibly realistic, complete with a tight, ribbed tunnel hidden inside that I knew would make him see stars.
He blinked down at it, then up at me, then back again like he wasn’t sure whether to drop to his knees and thank me or run screaming from the room.
I patted the couch cushion next to me with a grin. “Bring it to me. You’re going to learn how to fuck this before you earn the real thing.”
It’s Called Edging, Rook
Carter
It took all of sixty seconds for Livia to have me sitting wide legged and butt ass naked on my couch.
Unsurprisingly, I was hard as fucking granite as she slowly dripped lube into her hand, her kohl-lined eyes sparking with excitement. She was naked, too — and the lines and curves of her body played together in the low lighting of my house in a way that made her like a moving piece of art. I was greedy with my perusal of her, letting my eyes linger on her plump lips, the slope of her neck, the subtle swells of her breasts, the lean dip of muscle that ran between her rib cage all the way down to the top of her belly button. I hummed in my throat as my sight dipped lower, to her perfect cunt, my mind racing with the memory of feeling her walls squeeze around my fingers, of hearing her moan when I made her come.