Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
I’ve just decided that this game of drawing things out is silly and I don’t want to do it anymore when Maura digs her fingers even harder into my hair and drags me up her body. “I don’t remember you being such a tease,” she growls against my mouth.
“Maybe I’ve learned some patience in the past ten years.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
She’s not wrong. I grin even though my chest aches at the reminder of all the time apart. “Okay, that isn’t true at all. But I have learned a trick or two since I last shared your bed.” Not that we often ended up in a bed. Our time together was too scarce, riddled with the threat of being a caught. We were both sneaking out to meet each other, and while I technically had money, Maura wouldn’t let me spend it on something that might bring attention to us. Like a room at an inn.
But if one thing is true, it’s that her patience has never been her strong suit either. I have a bare moment, maybe two, before she takes control. I need her to orgasm before that happens. I stop fucking around and descend to suck her clit into my mouth, using the flat of my tongue against the underside the way that she used to love.
She cries out, and I know I have her. Her pussy clamps around my fingers, and her hands tighten in my hair until I’m distantly worried that she might rip out a chunk.
The moment passes far too quickly. She curses and slumps back to the bed.
I can’t help giving her one last long lick. It breaks my heart that I’ll never have my mouth on her pussy again, but this is goodbye.
I start to sit up when she curses. “Oh, no, you don’t.” She flips us before I have a chance to formulate a response. She pins me to the bed, and even though under Maura is exactly where I want to be, I can’t help but struggle. It feels like no matter what I do, I am never actually in control. That might be a relief if I could trust her to have my best interests at heart, but I’m not that naive.
She wants me gone, and if this moment right now between us means anything, it only means the end.
Her hands close around my wrists, and she presses them more firmly against the bed. She wedges one leg between mine and uses her hips to keep me in place. It has the bonus of pressing her tightly to my pussy. Every time I try to throw her off, delicious friction sends ripples of pleasure through me. To the point where I’m not sure if I’m actually even fighting her anymore or just rubbing myself wantonly against her thigh.
“I hate you!”
“Do you?” Maura sets her teeth to the sensitive skin of my throat. “Or are you just angry because I won’t let you keep the upper hand?”
Yes. No. I don’t know. Nothing about this has gone like I expected, not from the moment I orchestrated my own kidnapping to right now, with each movement driving my need higher.
I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of making me orgasm, but I don’t think I have a choice. Not with her releasing one of my wrists to hook my leg and guide it around her waist. She uses her hips to urge me into a rhythm that makes my heart stutter.
The moment I realize I’m in danger, it’s too late. My body goes tight and hot, the wave cresting over me and pulling me under until I am nothing more than a body with needs. Maura, the bastard, kisses me the very same sweet way she used to, even as she grabs my hips and grinds me harder against her thigh. She keeps my orgasm rising and rising, and just when it’s about to crest again, she slides down my body and presses her mouth to my pussy.
The soft slickness of her tongue is a direct counterpoint to how firm her thigh was. A second ago, I would’ve sworn I was too sensitive to keep going, but now I dig my hands into her hair and hold her to me.
Not that she needs encouragement. She licks and sucks and teases me with a frenzy that I am foolish enough to hope means she missed me too. I won’t ask. I may be a fool, but I still have my pride.
“Come for me, Jules. I want to taste it.” Maura works two fingers into me and angles them so she can stroke her fingertips against that deliciously sensitive spot inside me. Combined with her tongue and my earlier orgasm, I don’t stand a chance of holding out. At this point I’m not even trying to; I’m simply along for the ride.