Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
I’m still scouting the place as he steps up behind me, and I’m sparking with need from the very moment he sets his hands on my waist and brushes his lips across my shoulder.
The scent, the sight, the electricity of his touch… it’s a concoction worthy of a love potion. I just hope it’s not toxic. I pray to God, it’s not toxic.
My mouth is right on his as he spins me towards him. He kisses me deep before he pushes me backwards, and I land on his sofa. I’m already arching myself against the cushions when he joins me, ready and inviting. It may be gone two in the morning, but sleep is the very last thing on my mind as he drops to the floor between my legs, his stare devilish as he looks up at me.
Devilish and so hot I can hardly breathe.
He takes my knees and spreads them wide, and I pull my dress up to give him full access to the sopping lace of my panties.
He kisses my thigh, high on the inside, lingering so his tongue piercing tickles. Then he does the same to the other. I’m so needy that I could grab his head and beg for it, but the vibe coming off him is too powerful. The dynamic here is clear. His hands are so firm as he holds my legs in position, so confident.
“I wasn’t lying earlier. I don’t play easy. I play hardcore for a reason.”
“That’s what I want.” I pull my dress down. No bra. My tits show proud and free, nipples hard and horny for him. “I wasn’t lying, either. I’m a dirty bitch and I want to be a hardcorer. Give me all you’ve got.”
“Oh, Ella,” he says, “you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Then you’d better teach me a lesson, hadn’t you?”
He climbs up, and I gasp at the very sight of him getting closer. I moan as he teases my nipple, adoring the glint of his tongue piercing as he licks me. It feels so fucking good as he sucks me in that I have to take his hair in my hands, urging him on. I need more. I need his teeth. I need him to test me. I need to show him what a dirty little bitch I can be for a beautiful hardcorer like him.
I’m already heady over his tongue piercing, let alone the others waiting down below. The way the metal ball so expertly teases my nipple drives me wild, and I try not to think of all the times he’s done this before. All the practice he’s had to make him such an expert.
I reach for his belt but he pushes my hands away, shooting me a filthy glance with his stunning green eyes.
“Don’t even think about jumping the gun. Wait your turn.” His voice sounds different. So commanding that it makes me moan.
“I knew it,” he says. “You’re a kinky little submissive for real, aren’t you?”
“Very astute of you.”
“Call it intuition. I’m blessed with plenty of it.” He pinches my nipple between his teeth so hard I wince, but then he flicks his tongue over the spot. Pain, then pleasure. The combination of my dreams.
I moan in protest when he pulls away from me and gets to his feet.
“Down on the floor,” he says. “On your back, dress hitched up. Show me that pretty pussy of yours. I’m done with jerking off over your slutty profile videos time after time.”
Shit. The image his words conjure up makes my clit throb. I want to see that. I want to see him jerking his pierced cock.
“Same,” I tell him. “I’ve checked out your profile more times than I can count.”
It’s true. Every one of his pictures and videos are emblazoned into my psyche…
I drop to my knees, gazing up at him like he’s a god. I can’t help but hover when my face levels up with his crotch. Holy fuck, the swell of him. The promise of the treasures hidden behind the fabric.
I gasp as he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me forward, grinding himself against my face.
“Been fingering that pretty pussy over this, have you?” he says, then pushes me away. “On your back. Now.”
I do as I’m told, laying myself down on the purple and neon green of his rug. I pull my dress up around my waist and slip my lacy thong off, and then I spread my legs for him. It comes so naturally to play with myself. My eyes are on his as I tease my clit.
“I told you to show me,” he says, and drops to his knees. “Show me your cunt, don’t play with it. And no half-assed measures, I want to see what you’ve got for me. Open yourself up as wide as you can.”