Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 141425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“Does it say, ‘Dear Diary, Tyler Falcon fucked my brains out tonight?’”
“Yes,” she says. “And you got five stars.”
My heart does a little jig. That’s so her. And I fucking love it.
I love it so much, I close the distance between us, grab her face, and haul her in for a hot, scorching kiss that fries my brain. I kiss her deeply, savoring the sweet lip gloss taste of her mouth, the sexy sigh she makes, and the way she melts into me, her body pressed to mine.
I devour her, needing all of her as the kiss rockets through my cells. My head is a haze of orange blossoms and the woman I want.
When I let go, she steadies herself against the counter, blinking as a shudder wracks her body, like an aftershock.
“Wow,” she breathes. “That was a five-star kiss.”
“They all are with you.” I shake my head, amazed I lasted over two weeks without having her in my bed. “I deserve a fucking medal for my restraint. I missed you.”
Her smile is bright and beautiful. “But I’ve been right here the whole time.”
I close the distance between us again, threading my fingers through her soft, shiny hair. “I know. And I still missed you.”
Then I show her just how much. Kissing her again, grabbing her ass, hooking her legs around my waist.
I want to haul her up onto the counter, get down on my knees and eat her, then finger her, then fuck her.
But she said she wanted to surprise me, and she’s calling the shots.
So I let go and ask, “What’ll it be tonight?”
She spins around, yanks open the freezer, and takes out the Popsicles she asked me to buy last week. I’d be lying if I said the shape of the dessert hadn’t crossed my mind, and what that might mean. But I didn’t want to assume.
She takes one out, meets my gaze, and says, “I want you to coach me.”
My brain pops. My cock thickens to steel in my jeans.
It didn’t take a genius to figure blow jobs were on the list tonight when she grabbed the box. But I didn’t expect those words. The earnestness in her voice. The hope in her tone. The want in her eyes.
“I will. Under one condition.”
“Name it.”
I slide my hand around her waist.
“I’ll coach you. But you need to know this—I’m going to love every fucking second of it.”
She rolls her lips together like she’s holding in all her excitement. “Me too. Can I unwrap it now?”
“You’d better,” I say, my voice rough.
She unwraps the Popsicle—a long, cherry one, then sets the box back in the freezer. “What do I do now?”
Her eyes are wide. Guileless. Innocent, but also filthy at the same time. Flickering with desire. With her wish to learn.
“Part your lips just slightly,” I tell her.
She complies.
“Yeah. That’s perfect. Do you know why?”
She shakes her head. “No idea.”
I lift a hand, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Because it looks like you really want it. That’s the best part of a blow job. When she wants to give it to you.”
She shudders slightly. “I want it. I want you.”
Best words ever. “Same here, baby. Same fucking here,” I say.
Her lips remain parted as she lifts the Popsicle, waiting for my instruction. And I am an inferno, burning everywhere.
Somehow, I manage to speak. “Just the tip. Just past those gorgeous lips.”
She brings the icy treat to her mouth and I nearly lose my mind.
I grip the edge of the counter, holding tight so I don’t ruin this lesson by ending it too soon. “Now, flick your tongue around the head.”
And I watch as she swirls her tongue around it. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Then it’s even sexier when she draws half an inch of red ice into her mouth. A jolt of pleasure slams into me, barreling down my spine.
I can barely stand how good she looks right now.
“Wrap your lips around it,” I grit out, mesmerized, unable to look anywhere else.
She gasps as she sucks the tip of the Popsicle.
A sharp breath hisses out between my teeth. Fuck.
My face is on fire. My cock throbs in my jeans. I am turned on in every single cell of my body.
“Does it taste good?” I manage to ask.
She nods against the Popsicle, murmuring, “Delish.”
“Now draw a little more between those sweet lips,” I tell her.
She pulls it out of her mouth for a second. “Like this?”
Then she draws it back in.
Sucking it deeper. Moaning around it.
Holy fuck.
I don’t know how I’m gonna last through this lesson.
The icy treat slides past those pretty pink lips. I’m mesmerized as I watch her suck, her cheeks hollowing out, her eyes fluttering closed. She moans around it, then stops. Taking a breath, she lets it fall from her mouth, holding it just in front of her chin. A drop of cherry juice slides down the length of the frozen treat. I watch it go. Even the Popsicle is so turned on, it’s close.