Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
I find the song on my phone and I giggle at myself in the mirror. Who would have ever thought I would do anything like this?
Cameron Stanton makes me gah gah crazy.
I walk back out and stand in front of him. He inhales sharply. I’m wearing short, leather, caramel hotpants with coffee, knee-high boots and an organza see through top. Not to forget my long, dark wig.
It’s just like the two occasions I danced for him in the club, only this time we’re alone and he can have whatever he wants from me.
He hisses in approval and sits back, rearranging the erection in his pants. “Fucking yes,” he whispers.
I get on my knees in front of him and hit play on my phone. The sexy beat plays out.
His eyes widen.
“Somebody told me that I suck a good lollipop,” I whisper.
His eyes widen as he glues the puzzle pieces together. “Owen has a big mouth.”
I giggle as I pull him forward in the chair aggressively and spread his legs.
In slow motion, I unzip his pants as my eyes hold his. His mouth hangs open as he watches me and the backs of his fingertips dust my face.
“How can I service you tonight, sir?” I whisper as I kiss his cock.
He flexes it in approval.
I lick the length of him and close my eyes. God, he’s so fucking hot.
This beautiful body is all mine, and I intend to take full advantage of it.
I run my tongue over the tip and his eyes never leave me, as if he has to watch every single moment of this to believe it’s real.
I continue to tease him with my tongue, doing everything I can to drive him wild except for taking him fully in my mouth. His breath is catching and he is lifting off the seat toward my mouth. His eyes are flicking between the mirror and me.
I tear his legs farther apart and cup his balls in my hand. Pre-ejaculate is seeping from his end.
God’s gift to women.
“Suck me,” he eventually moans. “Fucking suck me, Ashley.”
I smile against his cock as my eyes search his. “Make me.”
The song starts again on repeat.
His eyes flash with delight. He knows I want to be dominated. I want him to take me how he wants me.
He feeds his cock into my mouth and grabs the back of my head, pushing me down onto him. Hmm, tastes so good.
He sits back and watches us in the mirror as he pushes me down onto him before his eyes close from the pleasure. God, he’s close already. I can feel it.
I suck as hard as I can, and it would have to be near painful for him. Finally, he moans and throws his head back.
“Putain d'enfer, tu fais si bien, bébé.” He moans.
Translation. Fucking hell, you do that so good, baby.
My eyes close. As soon as he starts talking dirty in French, I’m gone.
Mind and body overload.
His hand tenderly stokes my hair as he watches on.
I start to stroke him with my hand as my mouth sucks hard, and he convulses in pleasure as his body lifts off the seat to meet me.
“Ride me.” He growls. “Ride my cock now.”
Before I can respond, he’s lifted me and is ripping my shorts off, tearing my top over my shoulders. He turns me to face the mirror and pulls me back, spreading my legs before he impales me in one swift movement.
We stay still, our eyes locked on each other in the mirror, our breaths quivering as we try to hold off from our orgasms. I’m instantly transported back to the club when I desperately wanted to do this.
His hands take control of my hips and he circles me around him to open me up.
This is so hot, seeing my naked body spread out for his pleasure in the mirror. Seeing his thick cock slide into my body.
I will never get enough of this—get enough of this beautiful man beneath me.
Of this beautiful cock and how close it brings me to him.
He lifts me and brings me back down, forcing me to close my eyes.
“Spread your legs, Bloss. I need it hard, baby.” He growls.
I don’t know if I will even last two pumps with this visual in front of me. His two hands grab my pelvis and he starts to lift me and bring me back down hard. He bites my neck and I cry out.
He watches over my shoulder in the mirror. This is ridiculously hot.
The sight of us it spurs him on, and he starts to bounce me up and down with force.
“Knees up.” He growls.
Oh shit, I don’t know if I can take him like that. He’s too big.
“Cam…” I whisper.
“Get your fucking knees up, Ashley,” he snaps as he grabs my ankles.
I bring my knees up and he circles into me deep. My body shudders and, sensing my oncoming orgasm, he rides me hard. Up, down, in and out, and oh so fucking good.