Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I inched the door open.
Finding her at the sink, her head bent, holding a wad of wet paper towels to her flushed chest, I moved inside, sliding the lock she’d forgotten, then walking up behind.
“What—” she yelped, body tightening as her head whipped up. Catching my reflection in the mirror, there was no mistaking the desire that crossed her eyes. “What are you doing?” she asked, sounding raspy with her need.
I held her gaze in the mirror as I moved closer, just a whisper of air between us.
My hand landed at her hip. When she didn’t stiffen or move away, I slid it upward over her stomach, her ribs, then up between her breasts to grab the paper towels she was still clutching to her chest.
I tossed them down onto the counter then traced the pink skin across her chest, watching the way her lips parted and her eyelids got heavier.
“Venezio,” she said, her voice a whisper. “We can’t…”
“Can’t what?” I asked, my hand drifting down her stomach again, then up the slit of her dress so I could press my fingers between her thighs. “Can’t do this?” I asked, feeling how wet she already was for me.
Her head fell backward onto my chest, a helpless little mewling sound escaping her.
“There are people—” she tried to insist even as her hips rocked a little impatiently.
“The music is playing. Liquor is flowing. No one knows where we are,” I told her as my fingers started to drift up and down her pussy through the lacy material of her panties. “We can do anything we want.”
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she leaned back into me.
“Anything like this…” I said, snagging the material and pulling it down until it slipped down her legs to pool at her feet.
This time when I touched her, there was nothing to stop me from feeling the velvet softness of her skin, from being achingly aware of how soaked she was for me.
A throaty moan escaped her at the touch.
It was followed by an almost choked sound as my fingers tracked downward then slipped inside her pussy.
Her tight walls closed around my fingers as I pressed my palm flat against her cleft to engage her clit.
My gaze held hers in the mirror as I nipped her earlobe.
“Look how sexy you are when my fingers are inside you,” I murmured. A dark smile split my face as her pussy tightened at my words.
There was no holding myself back then.
I thrust hard and fast, driving her up and toward that edge in just a few short minutes.
Her thighs were shaking.
Her moans had become frantic gasps for air.
Then she came, hard, her whole body shuddering.
My arm anchored around her stomach, holding her against me as the orgasm rolled through her over and over.
I wasn’t done, though. Not yet.
As soon as her pussy stopped pulsing around my fingers, I dragged her backward and pressed her down onto the couch.
Her gaze went from confused to shocked as I lowered myself to the ground in front of her.
I leaned down, keeping eye contact as I lifted her thigh over my shoulder and pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee.
Then I moved slowly upward until I disappeared under her skirt. Until, finally, I could trace my tongue up her center. The sweet taste of her desire flooded my tongue, dragging a groan out of me as I found her clit and started to circle it relentlessly.
Steph’s hands grabbed the back of my head, holding me to her like I had any intention of moving away, of stopping before she was moaning and writhing and coming so hard she saw white.
I found the pace and pressure she liked, then worked her relentlessly with it as her thighs crushed my head, as her hips rocked restlessly against me, as her whimpers became moans, then nothing but breathless pants as I drove her right to that edge, then sent her over.
Her thighs were still shaking as I kissed back down her thigh, then slid out from underneath her skirt.
Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed.
I moved to sit down next to her, and she shifted, sliding down.
“No, babe.”
“No?” she asked, taken aback.
“Believe me, I’ve been thinking about it non-fucking stop. But I can’t have you messing up your makeup by choking on my cock.”
A whimper escaped her at that.
Then she was moving, sliding over to straddle me.
Her lips were on mine then. Hard, hungry.
It wasn’t long before her need was growing again, her hips rocking against my lap.
She moaned against my lips before pulling back.
Her eyes slid half-open.
“Venezio…”
“Yeah, babe?” I asked, my hands on her ass.
“Fuck me.”
It was wrong.
She didn’t know who I was, not really.
If she knew, she would never want to have sex with me.
But she was straddling me, her pussy was wet, her eyes were full of need.