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)
Still, I sucked him off.
This man had saved the day in more ways than one, and had promised to continue to rescue me in the future.
I sucked that cock like it was my own personal duty in life. And with each inhale of him, my panties moistened. My jaw tightened. His soft murmurs of pleasure shifted to loud groans.
Downstairs, the museum staff had to have heard us, but no one dared to bother the millionaire and his new fiancée.
He tightened the grip on the back of my head, and with a weak moan he pushed that lovely cock deeper into me. I almost came close to vomiting.
“You’re going to get us arrested,” he whispered as I pulled him out of my mouth.
Spit spilled from my lips and onto his length. I gathered it all up with my hands and stroked him in slow movements. “Focus.”
“Finally an appropriate time for that word.”
“Focus.”
“Trust me, tesoro, I’m focused.”
I flicked my tongue at him. “Are you?”
“God yes.”
I rubbed my hand over the head of his cock, massaging all of the tiny little pleasure sensors around the rim that made him go crazy.
He shuddered.
“I want you to come all over me.” I spit on the tip of his cock some more and returned to stroking. “I want you to make this black and white dress all white.”
“Dear God, you’ve become nasty.” He ground his cock into my hands. “I fucking love it.”
“Focus.”
“You say that again, and I’m going to spill my seed all over that pretty little face of yours.”
“Mmmm.” I licked my lips. “Do it, baby. Put it all over me.”
“Ah!” His cock pulsed as that white liquid burst from his tip. It came out warm and thick, spilling all over my hand as I continued to stroke him some more. “Oh, God yes.”
“That’s right, baby. Give it all to me.”
His body shook as more sperm sprayed out, dots hit my chin and he gazed at that white liquid on my face and growled like a wild animal.
I laughed and stopped stroking him, sure that the werewolf howl had signaled the end. A few drops spilled onto the Persian rug.
“Uh oh,” I said. “Look what you did to Mr. Holmes’s room.”
“What I did?” He gestured to his cock, now shining and covered in spit and sperm. “You dragged me in here.”
“I did not.”
“You forced me into a blow job.”
“I doubt anyone would believe that.” I chuckled and rose from the kneeling position.
His chest rose and fell as he stared at me with lust in his eyes. “You think this is funny?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.” I edged away.
“Come here.”
“No, we have to go.”
“You didn’t come.”
“This wasn’t about me.”
He rushed for me, before I could get out of the way. Laughing, I fell into his arms.
“It’s always about you.” He buried his face into my neck and sucked on the sensitive curve. My body prickled with excitement. Tiny little sparks throbbing all through me.
His lips on my skin was ecstasy.
There would never be another. I grabbed at the back of his head, running my fingers through those soft, chestnut curls. His cologne sank into me—this woodsy scent mingling with fresh mint and money. Sweet-smelling, yet earthy. At times I would just lay in his big arms and swim in his fragrance as he slept.
I’m so lucky.
I got ready to tell him everything on my mind, but then he groaned and lifted me up, rushing us over to the wall and knocking everything over. A small antique table, glasses, a photo of Holmes’s parents, another pipe, and other items crashed to the floor.
We’ll never get invited back here again.
“Chase,” I shrieked.
Whispers rushed up from downstairs, but no one came.
Ignoring us all, he continued to suck on my neck and squeeze my behind as if he’d never had the opportunity to touch one in his life.
“What are you doing?” I moaned.
Only grunting, he slung all of the museum items from the bed to the floor and laid me down. The soft mattress smoothed against my back and moved a little under me as he got on the bed, too.
I planted my hands on his chest and stopped him from lowering down to ravish me some more. “Chase, what are you doing?”
“Repaying you for your kindness.” He rose over me and sucked on his bottom lip. “You know what I want to do.”
“We’ve ruined Sherlock Holmes’s bedroom.”
“Fuck him.”
I giggled and let my hands fall to the bed. “We should go.”
“No.”
“That wasn’t a question, Chase.”
“No.”
“We already ruined—”
“They’ll be lucky if I don’t take you in every room in this museum. You woke the beast.” He nipped at my chin. “He was sleeping inside of me the whole time, and here you go taking out my cock and putting it into your pretty little mouth.”
“I did no such thing.”