Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
And yet it felt like heaven.
One hand reached under her dress, pushing her panties to one side so he could slide a finger inside her.
“Ohhh.”
“That’s it, little darlin’. You just focus on what I’m doing to you. Don’t let anything else intrude. Be a good girl for Daddy Hux.” He added another finger inside her, rubbing over that spot inside her that made her cry out.
“Uh-uh, no yelling out. Shh, now. Sound travels and I don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing up here.”
She pressed her face to his neck as he used his thumb to torture her clit. She clenched down around his fingers.
“That’s it, my precious girl. Well done. Just suck on my throat. Good. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? But you aren’t going to make any noise. If you do, I’ll have to punish you. And we don’t want anyone hearing me spank your ass, do we?”
She let out another small cry as they rocked back and forth.
“No. You just concentrate on me. You’re going to come for me. Come for me right now.”
She buried her face in his neck, her body shaking she came. She sucked in a breath, her orgasm racing through her. It was so intense that she swore the whole world spun. She turned her face, resting her cheek on his shoulder as she tried to come back into herself.
“Yum. Fucking delicious.”
She leaned back, staring down at him as he sucked his fingers into his mouth.
“You taste so good, little darlin’.”
She knew she was red. But there was something so hot about seeing him suck her release off his fingers.
“Would you like a taste?” he asked.
What? No. She shook her head.
“I don’t know . . . I think you do.”
He reached down and ran his fingers through her slick lips. Then he held them up to her mouth. “Open.”
Nope. Not happening.
“Little darlin’, you open up right now or you say your safeword. Those are your choices.”
She let out a small protest, but her lips parted at the firm look on his face. He placed his fingers into her mouth, sliding them in and out. She found herself pressing her pussy against his firm cock, trying to mimic the movement of his fingers.
“Easy, little darlin’,” he told her, gripping her hip with his free hand. “Stay still.”
He removed his fingers from her mouth, and she tried to chase them.
Then reality crashed over her as the Ferris wheel started up, then stopped again. A cry came from below. Shoot. She forgot there were other people on the ride.
Hux placed his fingers back at her mouth again. She opened her lips, sucking on them.
“That’s it. Just concentrate on my fingers, little darlin’. Nothing is going to happen to you.” He moved her so she was sitting sideways on his lap. “I have you. I’ve got you.”
Chloe pressed herself to his chest, sucking on his finger. If anyone saw her . . . breasts naked, her panties damp, Hux’s fingers in her mouth . . .
Yeah. Best they didn’t.
“Shh, it’s okay. You’re shivering, let’s get you covered up.” He drew her dress up with one hand, which was awkward, but she didn’t want to let his fingers go.
“That’s it. Just suck on me. I have you.” He held her tight until the wheel moved again. She turned toward him, clinging to him. Only this time, it kept moving. Then it stopped. She wrapped a hand up in his shirt.
“Shh. I think this time, they’re just stopping to let people off.”
Sure enough, it started up again.
Then it stopped.
It was like her own personal torture. How many people were on this damn thing?
Finally, they were nearly at the bottom. Hux managed to get them up onto the seat. The carriage rocked at the shift in weight, but Hux held her, speaking to her soothingly.
The wheel stopped, and he stood with her in his arms. Stooping over, he carried her out.
“Fuck!” Owen snapped, moving into her eyesight. He took her in.
She probably looked terrible. She felt it. And she was still sucking on Hux’s fingers. She made herself let him go.
“Baby girl,” Owen said huskily. He placed his hand over her throat. Something that was coming to feel safe to her.
She was so weird.
“What the fuck happened?” he snapped at Hux.
“You tell me. You shoved her into that carriage with me. Then it stopped. Did you do that?”
She sucked in a breath. Had he? No, Owen wouldn’t do that . . . but then, Owen didn’t always think the same way everyone else did.
“What? Fuck no! As if I would ever put her at risk.”
No, of course he wouldn’t. She breathed out a sigh of relief. Because then, she’d have to get really mad at him if he had done that. Although it seemed he had been doing some scheming of his own if he’d put her on that wheel with just Hux.