Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“What are you thinking?” I ask.
He watches me, and when he speaks, his voice is low. “I’m thinking if I can’t have a kiss, I want my dick between those full lips, your mouth and tongue on me. We never did that. We never did…” His voice stops as he takes a deep breath. He cups his hand over his jeans, and his pants tighten, jutting out against the fabric. “Would you like it? Would you get on your knees for me?”
“I’ve never done that with anyone.” I’ve had opportunities to, and guys have begged, but that level of trust and intimacy always intimidated me. It was a way to keep myself separate and apart.
“I’m not just anyone, am I?” His words are quiet, yet the very edges of them tremble.
“No.” I pull on his hair, threading my fingers through the soft strands as he bends his head closer. His hand pops the button on his jeans and unzips them just a little. His pants are barely past his hips, but his large mushroom-shaped cockhead is visible as his hand wraps around it and strokes.
“Blaze…” I sigh as he runs his fingers over the thick head in circles, white liquid slipping out of the slit at the top.
He watches himself then looks at me. “I can’t stop. Lying there with you for all those hours, knowing you were next to me…”
I watch his hands pump, sliding over the brown skin of his cock, more thick white liquid beading. He rubs the wetness down the part of his length I can’t see, the slick sound of his strokes loud in the quiet room. “I’m thinking about you, your hot mouth sucking me like a lollipop. I want that. I want you taking every inch of me down your throat.” His head goes back with another loud groan, and the top of him is red now, bigger and thicker as his hand works it. With a mumbled curse, he shoves his jeans down the rest of the way and I see all of him, from root to tip. He’s huge, thick, and veiny. Hard as a steel pipe.
“Are you with me, Charm? Are you turned on?”
I tear my gaze off his length. My hands clench. I nod.
“Take your shirt off,” he tells me, and I comply, pulling it over my head and letting it fall on the bed. I skate my fingers over the edge of my black lace demi bra, glad I have it on. I think about how I must look, chest heaving, hair everywhere, my skin flushed. My breasts feel heavy and tingly, begging for sensation. The air from the fan breezes across my nipples, erect and aching, and I arch my back. I push the wire of my bra down until it’s underneath me, lifting me up. The fabric brushes over the piercing in my right breast, and I hiss.
“Christ! Your body…” he says. “That nipple ring—fuck.”
Our eyes meet and I falter. I’m going too far. I’m skirting the edges of the rabbit hole that he is, this inescapable desire, and it’s going to hurt me later—
He must read my face. “Don’t think, Charisma. Look at how much I want you.”
He squeezes the head of his cock, doing a twisting motion that makes me gasp.
My nipples respond to him like there’s an electric current between us, and I play with them, pinching and rolling them between my fingers in time with his strokes, my legs scissoring at the fire that’s building there.
His hands are fast and he shudders with each upward stroke, his broad shoulders quivering, his waist arching.
“Blaze…” I’m breathless.
“Say my name, Charm. Say it.”
“Blaze, Blaze, Blaze—”
He lets out a grunt and liquid spurts from his cock, spilling out over his jeans and running over his hands.
He reaches over to the nightstand, grabs a tissue from the box there, and wipes himself off, sweeping up the mess with hands that tremble. Then he’s in my face and pushing a strand of hair back. “You didn’t get off.” Blue eyes glitter down at me.
“Was enjoying the show.”
“I want to make you come.”
“You did, at the party. We’re even.”
But…
Thick need has taken up residence inside my body, the warm honey of desire licking at every molecule inside. My fingers touch my silver nipple ring and, combined with him staring at me, it’s almost enough to get me—
“I’ll barely touch you. Just close your eyes.”
There’s a hint of authority in his tone and everything inside me wants to resist, but he has power over me, something no one else has ever had.
I let my lashes lower.
“Don’t move.”
I nod.
What’s he going to do?
The air from the fan drifts across us as the moment stretches into several seconds. I can feel the heat of his gaze on me, and I know he’s staring, his eyes heavy and low.