Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“You.” I wait for rest but it’s all she whispers. And it’s enough. Enough that she’s here. That she’s close. That our hearts beat in time.
Time. Ours is coming to an end.
I’ve tried, fuck, how I’ve tried to slow things down. To put a little distance between us. To make our days, hours, minutes somehow less. Less enjoyable. Less familiar. Less real. I’ve reminded myself time and time again that this thing between us is temporary. That I need to get it together before the children’s return. Dial the attraction between us down.
And look at how it’s working out.
All it takes is one glance, one word, and my good intentions become the promises of an addict. Next time. Just give me now. One more touch. One more taste of something I already know I shouldn’t have.
I need to be better. I need to resist. But my cock has already decided her positioning provides a world of possibilities.
I press a kiss to her cheek. Comforting, not carnal.
“I want to put you in my mouth,” she whispers.
And… so much for intentions.
“Fuck.” The curse leaves my mouth on an explosive breath. “Little flower,” I add, gathering her hair from my neck. “You don’t need—”
“I’m not offering a thank you blow job, Luc.” Her chastisement is muffled against my chest.
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
“I love getting you off.”
“Well, I… give me a moment. My brain just went offline.”
“Really?” She pulls back at that, her face wreathed in a wide smile.
“That statement is right up there with, ‘Fuck me like you own me’.”
“I said that? Wow.” She lowers herself in my lap, and groan aches from me. “I don’t remember.”
“I do.” I remember every moment with you.
“Yeah?” She rocks her body over mine, the tips of her lush breasts teasing my chest.
“Every kiss and comment. Every promise and pull.”
“You’re on a promise now,” she whispers wickedly, sliding over my cock and making it pulse.
“That means…”
She brings her mouth to my ear. “That I am going to rock your world.”
“You’re like a tornado,” I whisper in rapid fire French.
“You like that?”
“I like you.” My hands find her hips, my words husky with want. With need. I’m not holding her to stop her. That moment is long gone.
“How much do you like me?” She quickly loosens the buttons of my shirt, her fingers suddenly five hot points of contact searing my skin. Leaning in, she licks my neck, the sensation echoing through to my balls.
“There’s a scale?” With the low rumble, I tip my head back, giving her greater access. Giving me greater pleasure.
She makes a noise of assent as she moves and her clever mouth travels down my torso. A kiss and flick of tongue.
“Fuck.” The quick press of her teeth against my ribs sends a tremor though me.
She hums a low sound as she loosens my belt. She pops the button then magics the rest. Her eyes are dark and wanton as she pulls me out.
“Hello, lover.” A long rolling r and her eyes flutter closed as she puts a kiss to the silken head. Her pink lips and pale slender fingers look obscene against something so rigid and ruddy.
I long to take another photograph.
“Primrose.” I make a promise of her name as I gather her hair where it falls around her like a veil. Our eyes latch as opens her lips and I watch the slide of my cock into her heavenly mouth.
Down, down, down.
“Mon dieu.”
The eye contact she gives—I almost get off on it as much as I do from her mouth. She begins to work me. Enthusiastically. Messily. Her hand wrapped firmly at the base, stroking where her lips can’t reach. Though she’s valiant in her efforts.
“C’est bein, ma belle.” I suck a breath in through my teeth as my skin begins to tingle—the roots of my hair too. “So good.”
All big pleading eyes, she groans her agreement and, holy hell, the sound vibrates through to my spine.
“Oui…” My hand tightens as I fight the urge to buck under her. To fuck her mouth so hard, I’ll cut off her air supply.
As though hearing my thoughts, she changes tempo. Deeper, wetter, a flick of her tongue to the underside. The hollowing of her cheeks as she lifts and I am losing my fucking mind.
“Suce-moi,” I moan, twisting under her as though I’m in pain. “Suce-moi.”
I can barely stand it—I want her so badly. Her mouth. Her tongue. I want to be inside her. On top of her. Pouring my load down her throat.
“Primevere.” I swallow a gasp, my throat parched, my soul commanded by the pull of her sweet mouth. “Tu vas…” I swallow hard again. “Tu vas me faire jouir.”
You’re gonna make me come.
As though she understands, her lashes lower forming dark moon shapes against her cheeks. Her lips tighten as her head begins to bob with such enthusiasm. My balls pull tight and, for one minute, I think I’m done. But in one last burst of grit, I grasp her elbow and pull her higher with a furious whisper of, “Get up here. I need to be inside you.”