Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
She gasps. “My God! You’re huge!”
I give her neck a sharp bite. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I wasn’t complaining. Fuck. It’s a good burn.” She nudges back against me, undulating her hips.
She’s ready to be fucked. But I’m still basking in the sweet suction of her hot pussy. She’s tight, so tight, and damn...she fits me like a glove.
But I can only hold out for so long until—
I pull out and thrust back into her. Hard.
She gasps again.
“You like that? You like my big hard cock inside you?”
“God, yes.”
“I want you to reach down. Play with yourself.” I inhale, sliding my tongue over her neck and then over her shoulder, tracing her viper tattoo. “Fuck, you smell like heaven.”
“Rose water,” she says on a sigh as she slides her hand between her legs.
Rose water?
Something I’d expect from Emily. Not from vampy Heather.
Damn, this woman is full of surprises.
And full of my cock.
I pull out and thrust in again, again, again. Heather writhes against me, bracing herself with one arm against the wall while she works her clit with the other hand.
It’s all a head-banging sensation—like being on stage, the high from the audience, from the performance. When you feel everything all at once.
That’s what fucking Heather Hill is like. The way her pussy holds me, the feel of her ass cheeks against my abs as I plow into her, her silky smooth and wet channel that gobbles up my dick with each forceful thrust.
She likes it hard. She likes it fast. She likes a little spanking on the side.
This is my kind of woman.
I thrust once more, and then once more still, until—
“Fuck me!” Just as the spasms begin traveling from my balls along my shaft, I feel the contractions of her own climax.
“God, yes,” she grits out, grinding backward against me.
I release inside her and stay there, the intensity of our synchronous orgasms clouding my mind, easing the ache, erasing—if only for a moment—the horrors of my past and the horrors of this afternoon.
When my spasms finally cease, I pull out, dispose of the condom quickly, and then turn Heather around. Her eyes are misty. She’s not crying, but she’s clearly moved.
In truth?
So am I.
Her eyes flutter closed for a moment. “Wow,” is all she says.
“Fuck, yeah,” I agree. “Open your eyes, baby.”
When she does, I look deep within them. They’re large and dark blue, and for a moment, I’m convinced she sees right through me.
Then a smile spreads across her full red lips. “I can’t believe I fucked Sebastian Tate.”
“I can’t believe I fucked Heather Hill,” I retort.
She giggles. “What I mean is...it wasn’t what I expected.” Then she shakes her head quickly. “Don’t take that the wrong way. It was absolutely amazing. You’re amazing.”
I push her blue-tipped hair behind her ear. “So are you. Somehow I had a feeling we’d be compatible in the bedroom.”
She glances around. “We didn’t actually make it into the bedroom.”
True. We’re in the sitting room, right next to the door. We didn’t get far.
“Who says we’re done?” I ask.
“Not me.” She scrapes her fingers over my jawline and pushes my hair over my shoulder. “But I’m kind of wishing we’d eaten that amazing swordfish.”
As if in response, my stomach lets out a growl. “I could eat something myself.”
“I’ve got something delicious you could eat.” She raises one black eyebrow.
“Baby, I can’t wait to dive into that feast. But first I need some fuel.” I pull my jeans up and zip them.
She laughs. “Yeah, me too. I suppose our dinners are cold and clammy by now.”
“Probably, but we can find something in the kitchen.”
Heather pulls her tank back down, covering her perfect tits, and then adjusts her skirt. She glances toward the door. “After you.”
Am I ready to leave? Funny thing. Heather covering her gorgeous tits—albeit with a tank top with my name on it—and ass makes me yearn to see her fully naked. And that yearning makes me forget all about food.
I grab her, hoist her over my shoulder, and march into my bedroom.
EPISODE 44
BRETT AND SIENNA’S SECOND APPETIZER
Sienna
A slow smile spreads across Brett’s face at my comment. “Not bad news, huh?” He takes a sip of bourbon, swiping his tongue over his lower lip to catch a small drop.
I cross my legs to ease the ache between them.
For someone who already had two orgasms today, I’m horny as hell, as if something’s been unleashed inside me, allowing the last petals of the wallflower to fall away, leaving a sexual siren in her place.
“That everything besides sex is on the table?” I run my finger around the rim of my whiskey glass. “Not bad news at all.”
Brett opens his mouth to say something, but we’re interrupted by our server, August, who carries two small plates.
The aroma of fish and citrus hits me as I inhale. “Mmm. Smells delicious.”