Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I giggled. “Will I now?”
“I’m going to take you right here in this restaurant and I won’t hold back. I won’t stop until you’re moaning so loud the chefs in the kitchen have hard-ons.”
“I doubt that’s possible.” I leaned my weight on one foot.
“Take off the coat.” Chase undid his shirt. His voice sounded hoarse.
I smiled. “And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll fuck you in that coat.” He took off his shirt. “I was prepared to stay with my challenge and not touch you. I wanted to show you how much of a gentleman I am.”
“So now what are you going to show me?” My coat slipped off my body with ease and dropped to the carpet.
He charged my way and caught me by my waist. His soft fingers stroked my skin. My heart beat fast, like I was sprinting.
Anticipation coursed through my bloodstream.
I rose up to my toes and kissed his yummy lips.
God, he’s so hot.
He picked me up and I straddled his waist with my legs. Hunger saturated every inch of my body.
“You look so damn sexy I thought my cock was going to burst through my pants.” He squeezed the softness of my ass and carried me to the counter. “I was afraid to talk or move too much.”
Chase laid me on the counter. The cool surface pressed against my back as he gazed down at me. And there was a lusty yearning that surfaced in his eyes and blew me away. He looked hungry and wild, so unlike the confident and controlled man I was used to seeing.
My nipples perked from his attention.
I bit my lip as he ran his fingers from my shoulders, over the peaks of my breasts and stiff points, and then paused at my garter belt, where his name adorned it.
“I love this.” He bent over and kissed my stomach, clasping his hands to my panties. The material tore apart as he ripped it away. Cool air brushed the area between my thighs. He spread my legs apart and a tiny whimper left his lips. “I want my name on your panties next time.”
“You’ll have to earn it.”
“I will.” Getting on his knees, he buried his face between my legs. His wet, thick tongue started at my behind and did a long, seductive lick to my clitoris. And he took his time, too, inch by inch, drinking me up, lathering me in moist caresses and greedy little pecks with his mouth in areas that had never known contact with tender lips.
I gasped.
My legs shook.
My clit swelled in delight.
“Oh, Chase.” I purred each time that magical tongue lapped at my bud like it was covered in honey. When I could take no more, both of his hands reached my folds and spread them apart.
“All these months, I’ve waited just to taste you.” His fingers entered me.
I felt pressure along my opening as he widened it some more. His lips went to my entrance.
He blew.
Fuck.
Warmth traveled down my slick tunnel. My walls shuddered in satisfaction.
I curled my toes.
Oh yes.
He blew again and then shoved his tongue inside of me.
Mumbling incoherent words, I rocked into him. He slipped his hands under my behind and squeezed hard.
“Please,” I moaned so loud I was sure the restaurant heard me. Like a mad woman I ground into his face, rubbing my clit on his soft skin, loving his tongue as it licked and pushed inside of me, and relishing Chase’s feast of me.
A spark of an orgasm appeared in my core and began to grow like a ball getting bigger and bigger, until I thought I would detonate. And then Chase stopped. My body trembled like a drug addict anticipating her next fix.
He rose and licked his lips.
“No. Don’t stop.” My heartbeat thumped at an erratic pace in my ears. My breathing was fast and came out in shallow pants.
“You want my mouth back there?” Chase’s lips curled into a huge smile.
“Yes.”
“What about my cock?”
“Hell yes!”
He undid his jeans. They fell down his muscular legs. His erection pushed against the material of his boxer briefs.
I moistened some more and knew I was dripping with need.
“Hurry up,” I whined.
“And do what, baby?” He pulled his cock out.
I sat up, wetting my lips with my tongue. His length was longer and wider than I was used to.
Good God. It’s definitely longer than the inch I’d joked about with him days ago.
I couldn’t wait for him to put it inside of me.
“Take off your bra.” He stroked himself, letting his big hands slide up to the tip, rub around it, and then glide back down his length. He groaned. I reached my hands out to touch it, and he stepped back. “You heard me, baby.”
A whine escaped my lips.
I hurried and peeled off my bra.
My breasts spilled out of the material, swollen and heavy with aching tips. Unable to help myself, I brushed my fingers against my nipples’ points and shuddered.