Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Reaching for the zipper at the back of my dress, I pull it down and let the garment fall to the floor. I am wearing nothing underneath, so I’m standing in just my heels.
Soren’s gaze drags from my eyes, tracing the line of my body with slow, deliberate heat. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching as though holding back something raw and dangerous. A breath flares through his nostrils before he takes a single step toward me. I lift my hand, stopping him. “Other things,” I tell him, emphasizing the words. He gives me a skeptical look. “I’d like you to get on your knees and crawl to me.”
I take the bottle of water and then sit on one of the couches, spreading my legs. Leaning back, I ask, “Are you thirsty?” He nods his head but doesn’t move. “If you want a taste, I suggest you get on your knees.” I wink and open the bottle of water, then spread my legs wider. I take a small sip, then slowly pour the contents over my pussy. The coldness on my sensitive flesh makes me gasp just a little. The water running down my thighs and soaking into the cushion beneath me. His eyes are trained on me, taking in my every movement.
“If you move toward me without crawling, I will get dressed and leave,” I warn him.
“That’s unfair,” he says, sounding almost sulky.
I shrug, still leaning back with my legs spread, pussy dripping water onto his expensive couch.
Not my problem.
I’m sure he has a housekeeper.
At first, I don’t think he’s going to go through with it. I assume he’ll just walk over to me. He removes his pants, and his cock springs free. I still can’t get over how fucking large it is. He wears that look that tells me he’s about to fuck me over, quite literally, and to be honest, I’m a little excited for it.
He’s now completely naked, and to my surprise, he drops to his knees. I wonder if this man has ever been on his knees for anyone. But then I remember how he knelt between my legs. And a slow smirk touches my lips as I think back to that.
“Stop smiling at me like that unless you want me to take you right fucking now,” he warns as he places his hands on the floor.
Here he is, one of the most eligible bachelors in the country, on his hands and knees, for me. His gaze is locked on me as he starts to crawl. It’s quite comical, really, and at the same time, it makes me feel so fucking powerful to have a man like him crawling to a woman like me. I’m not a supermodel, and I’m not filthy rich. I’m a mother who probably shouldn’t be out playing games with a billionaire. But no matter how many times I’ve tried telling myself to say no to his advances, I really can’t help myself. The sensible part of me understands that this will never go anywhere—we are two completely different people who come from entirely different worlds. We will never mesh well.
But it’s good to live in your head with a little bit of fiction sometimes. And in my head, I have a man who only has eyes for me, which I currently have in real life.
I don’t know if he’s seeing anyone other than me. I haven’t bothered asking those types of questions because I’m trying not to care. We aren’t, and never will be, a thing, and I understand that, but at the same time, those thoughts flicker in my mind.
Should I ask him?
No.
Especially since I want it to stay just sex.
“I’m thirsty,” he croons as he gets closer, bringing me back to the here and now.
It doesn’t take long for him to reach me, and when he does, I spread my legs a little wider. Then I begin to dribble the water straight down my slit. I’m halfway through the bottle when his mouth lands exactly where the water is poured. And I’m not sure what I expected, but as I hear him lapping it up, I’m a little shocked that he’s actually doing it. His mouth feels warm compared to the cool water. He grabs the bottle from my hand and sets it on the floor before pressing his hands to my knees and opening my legs farther to give himself more room to devour my pussy.
This man knows exactly what he’s doing with his mouth, and I couldn’t be more thankful for that. His tongue works up a perfect rhythm before he slides a finger into me. Before I know it, I’m moaning, and my head has dropped back.
He continues his assault on my pussy, and I feel his fingers digging into my thighs. I’ll probably have bruises tomorrow, but I couldn’t care less. His mouth is a work of fucking art, the way it licks my sensitive clit, and with the way he’s finger-fucking me, it has a scream ripping from me.