Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
He laughs and pinches my ass. “Dead-on accurate.” His hands migrate up my back. “Now what’s the shitty Scorpio stuff?”
I frown. “Well, supposedly, I’m obsessive, suspicious, manipulative, unyielding, and... jealous. But I think that’s all a load of crap.”
We both burst out laughing.
“Oh my God, that’s hilarious,” he says. “Maybe there’s something to this astrology stuff, after all.”
“It’s amazing how spot-on it can be.”
“So you’re pretty into it?” he asks.
I shrug. “I don’t manage my life based on astrology—I told you, I’m not one to think everything’s fated—I’m a firm believer in kicking ass—but I do think it’s crazy how accurate astrology can be regarding people’s personalities and compatibility.”
“When’s your birthday?” he asks.
“November sixteenth. When’s yours?”
“March ninth—and Jonas’, too, obviously.”
“Aw, that’s right. I forgot Jonas is a Pisces, too. Sarah’s also a Pisces.” I smile wistfully. “They’re Pisces-Pisces-sittin’-in-a-tree. That’s so sweet.”
“Two Pisces is good?”
“It’s amazing. Pisces-Pisces is one of the top love compatibilities on the Zodiac. When two Pisces join together, it’s a deep spiritual connection. They’re both water signs, so two Pisces meld together completely, intertwining and becoming inseparable. They bring out the spiritual side in each other.”
“What about Pisces-Scorpio?”
I can’t believe Josh just asked me about our astrological love compatibility. My heart is racing. “Pisces and Scorpio are highly compatible, too—also both water signs,” I say, my skin pricking with goose bumps even under the pounding hot water. “But a Scorpio-Pisces union is especially notable for its intensity and off-the-charts passion. When Pisces and Scorpio get together, it’s like ka-boom.”
His eyes flicker. “Hmm. I think maybe I’m becoming a believer in astrology.”
He presses himself into me and I feel the unmistakable sensation of a hard-on jutting into my hip. I look down. Oh, hello. Josh has apparently fully recovered from our tryst in the hallway and he’s ready to go again. Holy hell, Joshua William Faraday is a virile motherfucker.
Josh smirks and slides his fingers between my legs. “I think I’m officially addicted to making you come,” he says softly. “You’re my new favorite game.”
I never thought I’d see the day, but I actually think I’ve had my limit of body-twisting orgasms for one day. But, damn, this man’s definitely got a gigantic boner. Looks like there’s only one thing for a girl to do: without saying a word, I kneel and take Josh’s hard-on into my mouth.
I rarely give head, actually—a guy’s gotta be pretty damned special to me to exert that kind of effort—but when I do give it, then by God, I do it right. And this time is no exception.
Technically, I already gave Josh a blowjob while I rode the Sybian, but if I’m being honest, that really wasn’t my best work—I certainly didn’t deliver the Katherine Morgan Ultimate Blowjob Experience the way I’d normally do, that’s for sure. Of course, under the circumstances, my lackluster oral performance couldn’t be helped—I defy any woman to supply a mind-blowing blowjob while having an orgasm-induced seizure on a jet engine—but now, suddenly, I feel an urgent desire to show Josh exactly what my mouth can do.
Why? Because I want him. I want him bad. And in my experience, there’s no weapon more lethal in a woman’s arsenal than giving a man the best blowjob of his life. If she can do this, she can have anything or anyone she desires. Harsh, perhaps, to state the fact so starkly. But true nonetheless.
I begin licking and sucking on Josh’s shaft, and he immediately makes it clear he’s an ardent fan of my work. But I’m just getting started. Because a blowjob worthy of being called a Katherine Morgan Ultimate Blowjob Experience can’t be good. It can’t even be great. No, a blowjob worthy of this lofty title must be nothing short of mind-blowing.
Of course, every mind-blowing blowjob starts at its inception with a can-do attitude—a girl’s really gotta want to suck that dick—or else she truly shouldn’t even bother.
To get myself in the right frame of mind to deliver oral epicness, I engage in a little role-play, if you will, a little mental trick that turns me on and inspires me to reach for greatness every time: I simply imagine I’m a high-priced call girl who charges a million bucks per blowjob and my only mission is to make my client say, “You’re worth every fucking penny, baby.” Oh man, it gets me going every time. (And if I’m turned on, I’m motivated to turn him on, too.)
But while a good attitude is an essential ingredient to giving a man the most intense oral experience of his life, it can only take a girl so far if she doesn’t also have fantastic technique.
Through trial and tribulation, I’ve surmised that the most effective oral techniques ascend a “ladder of pleasure,” if you will, that goes a little something like this: