Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
I paused, let go of his hand, and placed mine on my hips. “Damn it, Chase. Just tell me.”
He rolled his eyes, which was the cutest thing ever because he barely did it. And when he did, it made him appear like a spoiled little boy, one that needed to be whipped and ...
Damn, I’m horny.
Chase raised his eyebrows. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Because I want to have you inside of me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“The reporter. Ms. Waterson. She pissed me off with that comment.”
“Which one?”
“The one where she said dead women follow me around.”
“Not true.”
“I don’t have enough fingers to count all of the dead bodies in my past.”
“But they’re not all women ... and almost all of these bodies are the result of Dawn, Wendy, and Benny. Forget what that reporter said.”
We continued upstairs.
“What are you going to show me in here?” he asked, when we arrived at the top of the stairs. “I thought we’d seen it all.”
I got in front and guided him toward Sherlock’s made-up bedroom. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Sure.” He followed behind me.
I stepped into the fictional character’s space. Items lay on his bed as if he’d just rushed out of there and forget several things. It was a small bed, around the size of a twin mattress. A burgundy and brown blanket lay on top next to big fluffy white pillows. Green patterned paper dressed the wall, along with framed maps and old black and white family pictures. A simple Persian rug lay on the floor.
Chase scanned the room. “What’s the secret?”
“I don’t have a true surprise.”
“No?”
“No. I just wanted to get you alone, and the car wouldn’t give us any privacy. No divider from the driver, and I’m sure a few news vans would be following us.” I pressed my lips against his and inhaled as much of him as I could. When I pulled back, he groaned and grabbed at my hips.
I pushed his hands away and edged back. “Do me a big favor.”
He quirked his eyebrows. “What?”
“Unbuckle those suit pants and let them fall to the ground.”
His Adam’s apple moved up and down as he swallowed.
I clapped my hands. “Chop. Chop.”
A soft plea escaped his parted lips. “Tesoro.”
“Do it.”
“We’re in a museum.”
“I understand. That doesn’t mean you can’t undo your pants.”
He grasped his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Fine, I’ll do it myself.” I marched to him, snatched at his belt buckle, and undid it like a mad woman who hadn’t seen a dick in several long years.
“Tesoro, what are you doing?” He stared at my hands as I moved to the top button.
“Returning a favor.”
“What favor?”
I lowered the zipper. “Pick one—saving my life, getting me away from Benny, rescuing Vivian, proposing to me, calming me down just now before the press conference—”
He grabbed my hands and stopped them before they could go inside of his pants. “That’s what a man does when he loves a woman.”
“You’ve got a pretty huge definition for love.” I pushed his hands away and lowered to my knees.
“You’ve got a pretty huge definition of appreciation.” He gazed down at me, and with both of his hands he held the top of his head. “Fuck. Get up, before I can’t stop myself.”
“Shh.” I pulled his boxer briefs down in the front and searched for that lovely cock.
“Here?” he asked as I brought his length out.
“Yes, here.” I wrapped my fingers around his long, thick hardness. “Your job is to be lookout.”
“I’ll only be focusing on you.” His breathing shifted to deep inhales and long exhales as he watched my hand slip up and down his cock. I kept the tip an inch from my lips, teasing him and hopefully making him wonder if it would ever get a chance to slide into my wet mouth.
But in the end, I couldn’t wait to taste him and pushed him into my parted lips. His thickness traveled along my tongue.
“Tesoro,” he whispered.
I pulled his wet cock out of my mouth and stroked. When I bored with that, I parted my lips, stuck out my tongue, and let it trail along his the thick length, starting at the tip and inch by inch heading to his balls, where I lowered even more and sucked them, one by one into my mouth at a time.
“Aww, fuck.” Chase grabbed the back of my head and held onto it, not limiting my movement or forcing me to do anything. Just a gentle touch. A small caress of his fingertips along my scalp.
When I finished licking, I counted our blessings that we hadn’t been interrupted yet, and then sucked him into my mouth, my knees pressing into the Persian rug as I focused.
“Damn you, tesoro.”
Sucking Chase’s cock was never pretty.
I loved the thickness too much, and it was too big to take it all in and still appear all cutesy and seductive like a porn star. I drew him into my mouth with an urgency. Up and down, I bobbed my head on his length. At times, he went down into my throat a little and I had to focus on inhaling and not gagging. Salvia dripped along the corners of my lips. My eyes watered and teared.