Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Her eyes open and lock with mine. The heat and passion I see looking back at me is intense, and I fucking love it.
“Do it, Paxton. Please.”
“Fuck,” I hiss.
I move my fingers down her wet pussy and when I reach her entrance, I don’t wait. I push two fingers in and we both moan. And the world slips away. Her tight heat grips my fingers and my dick’s immediately jealous, waiting for his chance. I pump my fingers and she moves with me.
“This is like a fucking dream come true.”
“God, I know.”
She knows?
I move my fingers faster, finger fucking her hard now. “Tell me, Hartford, tell me the truth. Have you fantasized about us being together?”
I twist my fingers and she nearly screams, biting down on my shoulder. “Yes, Paxton, yes I have.”
“Fuck yes,” I growl.
I continue to finger fuck her while my lips get back to giving her tits the attention they deserve. Her hips move against my fingers, taking me deep inside her. She’s riding me right here in the club, not caring who’s around. I don’t stop. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I need to make her come. It’s the only thing I can focus on right now.
“That’s it, keep riding my fingers. I need to feel you come all over them.”
“I’m close, so close,” she breathes.
I scissor my fingers and she cries out in pleasure. I don’t care that people are staring at us right now. I don’t care that we are being loud. I only care that I am the one bringing Hartford closer to finding her release. My body shakes, knowing I’m giving her this much pleasure. I’m the reason she’s about to come and that is fucking powerful.
“Don’t fight it, Hartford. Give me what we both need,” I demand.
I bite down on her hard nipple and her pussy tightens on my fingers.
“Paxton, this is it,” she cries out.
“Fuck yes, Hartford. Let go.”
She does. Her release covers my fingers as her head drops back while her hips push harder against me.
Fuck me. I’ll never be the same.
“Paxton,” she whispers as she nearly collapses on me.
I pull my fingers out of her, causing her to tremble, and wrap my arms around her. I hold her close to me and kiss the side of her head.
“That was fucking amazing,” I say, kissing her cheek.
She tightens her hold on me as she nods her head. “Yes, it was.”
She pulls back slightly and I use this opportunity to bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. Her eyes heat and I grin as I pull my fingers out.
“Fuck, you taste like candy, Hart.”
A blush hits her cheeks as she smiles. “Thanks, I guess.”
I pull her against me again.
I don’t want this to end. I’ve had a taste, literally, and now I’m addicted.
I need more and I hope she does too.
Chapter Seventeen
Hartford
I can’t believe I just let my best friend finger me in a room at Club Greed. But I enjoyed the fuck out of it and hope there’ll be a repeat later on.
When we arrived at the club tonight, we both decided to throw caution to the wind and experience this place together.
I trust him. Besides, when will I ever have the chance to come to Club Greed and experience this again?
I want to take full advantage, so as soon as my body calms, I smile at Paxton.
“What?” he asks, knowing by the way I’m grinning at him that I have an idea.
“We should change rooms. To something more daring.”
“What are you thinking?”
I stand and hold my hand out for him to take. “Maybe we can find a Red Room around here,” I say, referencing Fifty Shades Of Grey.
Paxton’s eyes flood with desire. “Lead the way, Hart.” He takes my hand and follows me out of the room. We find a door with the words Dom/sub scrawled on it.
I look up at Paxton. “What do you think?”
“I think I want to be the Dom,” he says in a husky voice.
A shiver wracks my body and I open the door, not sure what we’re going to find on the other side.
The room is enormous, bigger than the room we just left. It’s darker, with a soft red glow around the room. In the far corner, I see a few people around a woman who is tied up. They’re taking turns doing things to her, and she’s moaning in pleasure.
In another corner, there’s a couch with a man sitting on it, petting a woman kneeling at his feet.
I lean over to Paxton, and whisper, “Please don’t treat me like a dog.”
He shakes his head. “I think it’s more of a dynamic. She trusts him fully like a pet does their owner.”
“So you want me on my knees?”
Paxton’s eyes fall closed briefly. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
I squeeze his hand as I lead him to an area where there’s a wing-back chair. “Have a seat.”