Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“I want to eat your pussy.” I kissed softly down her neck. “Can I?”
She let out a shaky breath, bit her lip, and nodded. “Yes.”
Salivating, I slid down and took a moment to just look at her again. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted to examine someone’s pussy like it was a goddamn piece of art encased in glass. But I loved looking at her, admiring her glistening folds and small landing strip.
I flicked my tongue along her slick and tender clit, savoring the taste of her arousal. I’d licked it off my fingers before, but there was nothing like feeling her wetness against my mouth while I tasted her. I circled my tongue around her swollen bud before inserting it inside her. In and out, I fucked her with it as she kicked her legs in pleasure.
Emily bucked her hips to press herself harder against my face, grabbing my hair to guide my movements. She wasn’t afraid to move me around to suit her needs, and I buried my face deeper, my chin scruff covered in her juices.
Fucking hell, I wanted to devour every inch of this girl, wanted to consume her in every way. Never in my life had I been this feral over someone. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone down on a woman or wanted it this badly. Certainly never wanted to bury my face in some random groupie’s crotch. Normally I was on the receiving end of oral sex. But my desire to pleasure Emily far exceeded my need to be pleasured. All I’d wanted from the moment I met her was to make her lose her mind, to take her worries away. And this—fucking her with my mouth—was my favorite way to do that thus far.
As she dug her nails into the mattress, I ate her out faster, alternating between licking, sucking, and inserting my tongue. My dick felt ready to explode. Either she came soon, or I might come first—right there in my pants.
I stopped for a moment, replacing my mouth with three fingers inside of her. I wanted to see the expression on her face, and I couldn’t with my mouth on her. I was slightly disappointed to find she wasn’t looking down at what I was doing to her. I did appreciate that her eyes were closed and her head was bent back, very much in the zone and enjoying every moment.
When she opened her eyes and looked at me, I took that as my cue to return my mouth to her pussy. She gripped my hair again, and this time I closed my eyes to savor every last drop.
It took only a few more seconds before her body shook, legs trembling, muscles clenching. As her screams of pleasure echoed throughout my hotel room, all I wondered was when I could do it all over again.
CHAPTER 20
EMILY
I lay limp on the mattress, sated from that mind-blowing orgasm. Most of the tension in my body had been released, and I felt almost high.
Tristan had escaped to the bathroom shortly after I’d finished. He was taking longer than normal, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was doing in there.
Once he returned to the bed, he rested his chin on his hand and observed me a moment. “Am I dreaming, or are you really spending the night here with me?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” I smiled.
“Considering it’s nearly morning, I think you’ve officially spent the night.”
Shifting my body, I felt something underneath the pillow. I pulled out the rattiest gray teddy bear. My mouth fell open. “Oh my God.” I held it up. “Is this Duffy?”
“The one and only.” Tristan grinned sheepishly.
“You bring him into the hotel with you?”
“I can’t risk someone breaking into the bus and taking him.”
“Who in their right mind would steal this?”
“You never know. He’s the only thing I own that I care about. They could take my Rolex, and I’d be fine with it. But this little guy is irreplaceable.”
Oh my God.
There was a little tag sewn onto the side of the bear that read, Property of Tristan Daltrey. Please return if lost.
My cheeks hurt from smiling. “You realize how freaking precious that is, right? But it could damage your bad-boy reputation if people get wind of this.”
He rolled his eyes. “The guys have threatened to out us plenty of times.”
“Us…meaning you and Duffy.” I laughed.
“Yes.” He nodded. “He’s in bad shape, but he’s with me for life. Incidentally, even though he looks like death, I do keep him clean, which is why his fur has been compromised—from washing. His eye is starting to fall off, though, so I have to do something about that before it’s gone for good.”
My shoulders shook with laughter. Then I looked closer at the plastic eyeball starting to separate from the fabric. I hopped off the bed. “You just gave me the best orgasm of my life. The least I can do is sew your teddy bear’s eye back on.”