Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
But the second I shut the bathroom door and lock it, I forget how much I hate lying. Nothing matters but touching her. In no time, I’ve got her up against the wall, and she’s gazing at me with heat in her eyes.
I run a hand down her hip. “What are you wearing then?”
She bites the corner of her lips. “Gee, I don’t remember.”
God, the way she plays. “I’d hate for you to forget.”
“Me too.”
I roam my hand over the fabric of her skirt. “Tell me something.”
“Yes?”
“Did you think of me when you put them on this morning?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice feathery.
“Did you play with your perfect pussy before you went to work?”
She gives a fast, needy nod. “Yes.”
I stare at her, unable to look away from those lush lips, those dreamy eyes. “Did you picture my cock? My tongue? Or my fingers?”
She lifts her chin a little defiantly and answers like a woman who owns her pleasure. “I pictured you coming on me. On my tits.”
Oh, fuck me. She’s so deliciously dirty. I slam my mouth onto hers and take a hot, savage kiss, breaking it to say, “You’re such a filthy girl. With a filthy mouth.”
She pulls apart from me. “What do you want to do with my mouth?”
“Jules,” I warn.
“Finn,” she counters, holding her own.
I narrow my eyes. “I came in here to remind you who’s in charge of your orgasms.”
“And how are you going to do that?” she challenges.
I grab her hip, jerk her against me. “I can make you come in one minute.”
“I dare you.”
She has no idea who she’s dealing with. “Pull up your skirt. Turn around and lift your ass.”
She obeys beautifully, multitasking by tugging up her skirt as she spins.
Yes, she’s wearing a beautiful pair of white lace panties. With her face to the door, she slides her arms up the wood then pops out her ass, showing them off.
“Ah, too bad they’re not the pair I sent you,” I say.
“Such a shame.”
“But this.” I cup her center briefly. “This is too good.”
She moans, wriggling against me.
But I don’t touch her right away. She’s a cautious woman about some things I’ve noticed, and it’s only fucking respectful to touch a woman with clean hands. “My fingers are going to be deep inside you, fucking you hard in a few seconds,” I say as I go to the sink and wash them.
She smiles, like I read her mind. “I like your dirty mouth and mind though.”
“I know,” I say, returning to her. “Now tell me, Jules,” I say, praising her as I curl a hand over one gorgeous globe, plucking at the edge of the white lace. “Tell me who owns your orgasms,” I demand.
“You do,” she gasps, wriggling against my hand.
“That’s right,” I say, then crowd her, kiss her neck, and slide my hand around to the front of her panties and under them. She’s so slick and ready. “I knew you’d be soaked.”
“I am,” she whispers. “I want you.”
“You want me to make you come, don’t you?” I ask, rubbing a soft circle on her hard clit.
She shudders. “Please.”
I kiss the back of her neck, line my body up against her, and nip on her earlobe as I stroke. “Count,” I command.
“Sixty,” she says.
Another stroke, another kiss, another shudder.
She counts down from sixty, quickly losing track, as I kiss her neck and fuck her with my fingers till she’s writhing, and moaning, and dangerously close to letting the restaurant know that no one can fuck her like I can—and in under a minute. “Quiet,” I warn her.
“I’m trying,” she whimpers.
“I’ll help you,” I say, then cover her mouth with my free hand as I play with her sweet clit. “Give it to me. Come on my hand.”
Seconds later, she’s trembling and flying over the edge. And there’s nothing better in the world than her pleasure. As she shudders, I lick my fingers, then turn her around, kissing that beautiful mouth. She grabs onto the lapels of my jacket, then gazes up at me. “I want your dick, Finn. Please let me suck you.”
I groan, then run a finger over her top lip. She nips at my finger, and draws it into her lush mouth, sucking, letting me know with words and deeds what she wants. “Let me,” she says, when she releases my finger.
“You’re such a beautiful beggar,” I tell her. “A beautiful beggar with a dirty mouth.”
“Please,” she says in a needy whisper. “Please, let me suck you off.”
“Beg for it,” I demand.
She answers in action, parting her lips in a lingering O, thrusting out her chest, showing off those tits. “I’m begging you for your cock. Please let me taste it. I want to swallow your come. Want to feel it sliding down my throat. Want to walk out of here after you’ve shoved your dick in my mouth.”