Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“I’m going to sink myself into that sweet pussy,” he says. “I need to lose myself in you, Ariel. Lose myself. I’m going to fuck you hard, fuck you fast, and when I’m done, I’m going to do it all over again.”
I simply smile.
And he thrusts into me.
EPISODE 156
TEASE
Sebastian
Damn, June is hot. Her innuendo alone has me wanting her.
What I want to eat isn’t back at the mansion.
She falls straight to her knees in the moist sand and slides my shorts past my hips.
My cock springs out to greet her.
Her mahogany hair falls over her shoulders, framing her face as she grips me at the base. Her blue eyes never leave mine. They’re wild and daring, echoing the same desire that courses through my veins.
She licks her full lips. “I think I found the item on the menu that I want. You’re making me salivate, Sebastian.”
“Far be it from me to deprive a woman.” I slide my fingers into her silky hair and pull her closer. She darts her tongue out and licks the head of my cock.
“I’ll take my time,” she murmurs against my skin, her voice resonating through me like a bolt of lightning.
I can only nod, holding myself steady as she toys with me, teasing and tasting and coaxing gasps from my lips.
She holds me with all the arrogance of a queen. She’s a model. She has her choice of men. And she knows how to tease.
Her warm breath ghosts over my erection, sending chills of anticipation radiating through me. Slowly, deliberately, she takes me in her mouth, inch by agonizing inch.
The world narrows to the sensation of her lips sliding over me. Gone is the salty taste of sea air, the rhythmic rush of waves breaking on the shore.
There’s only June.
June and her hot, wet mouth.
I dig my toes into the sand.
I grit my teeth. Squeeze my eyes shut and fight against the rising tide of pleasure. Her soft hum vibrates through me.
It’s pure torture. It’s like she’s devouring me bit by bit.
She sucks cock the way she kisses—systematic, calculated, knowing exactly where to apply pressure, exactly when to ease off.
“Fuck...”
My words are swallowed by the steady crash of the waves.
I open my eyes to find her gaze trained on mine as she continues her relentless torture. She swirls her tongue around me, tracing paths that I won’t forget anytime soon.
I feel her laugh against me as I curse again, louder this time. She’s playing me too well, using her expertly trained mouth like a finely tuned violin to reduce me to nothing more than quivering, breathless moans.
This isn’t how I usually roll. I like to be the one in charge, but damn. I feel too good to stop her.
A moment later, she pulls away from me, leaving my cock desperate for release. She wipes her mouth casually on the back of her hand before standing and brushing the sand off her knees.
I glare at her.
“What?” she asks innocently, looking at me through hooded eyes.
My body is like a coil wound too tight.
No way is she stopping now.
“Get back on your knees,” I grit out.
“Say please?” she taunts.
Right.
I’m done playing this game. I pull her toward me, grasp her at the nape of her neck. I’ll show her what I think of her little game.
I pull her close and bite her earlobe hard. “I said get back on your knees,” I whisper harshly.
She moves away from me, her gaze on mine. “I don’t take orders.”
“Then you shouldn’t start something you don’t intend to finish. Now get back on your fucking knees or I’ll turn you over my knee and spank that pretty ass.”
Her eyes flash with challenge, a sharp contrast to the soft pink flush tinting her cheeks. She doesn’t budge. A slow smile curves over her lips.
It’s a dare. A fucking dare.
I’m no longer in the mood for her teasing games, not after the night I had.
I grab her, plunk my ass down on the soft sand, and position her over my thighs with her ass in the air. I stop just short of ripping the silver bikini bottom off her and bring my palm down on her ass.
Her surprised gasp is swallowed by another slap.
Another.
Another.
My cock hardens further every time I smack her.
“Had enough yet?” I say through clenched teeth. “Ready for me to fuck that vajazzled pussy of yours? Or you can finish sucking me. Your choice, June.”
She’s panting heavily now, but she’s as stubborn as she is playful. The silver of her bikini shimmers under the hot sun.
“You wish,” she retorts.
She pushes herself off my lap, stands, and turns to face me, her blue eyes blazing. Without breaking eye contact, she reaches behind and unclasps her top, letting it fall away. Her breasts are round and tantalizing in the bright light.
June is enigmatic, maddeningly so. One moment she’s seducing me with that mouth of hers, the next she’s sassing me with more words dripping in innuendo. It’s all a game to her—a cool, deliberate game.