Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
She moved until she was standing in front of me, and my gaze was caught by the long t-shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs.
“I just want to forget,” I told her. “I want to spend the next two hours doing what I want to do. Tomorrow, I might not have a job after I explain what happened on my end of things. Again. To the investigators.”
She moved, placing one foot on the edge of the recliner I was sitting in, right next to my left hip.
“I have just the thing to give you a distraction,” she murmured.
In the low light from the lamps I’d turned on when I came into my office, I could see very clearly that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
My hand lifted to touch the inside of her knee, then trailed down the length of her thigh and calf to come to a rest at her ankle.
“I’m warning you now,” I said softly. “That I’m not in the right frame of mind to give you what you need.”
She lifted her other leg and brought her other foot to rest next to my other hip. She was standing on the recliner, looking down at me, the seam of my t-shirt on her thighs resting just inches from my face.
Her hands went to my hair, and she pulled roughly to force me to look up at her.
“You’ve given me what I’ve needed,” she told me bluntly. “I’m not scared. Not of you. Not of what you can give me. So, if rough is what you need, then rough is what I’ll give you.”
She leaned forward and lifted one knee, planting it just to the side of my head, and slowly started to lift her shirt.
I was thankful for the wall that was behind my chair, making it to where the chair wouldn’t flip backwards with the added weight and the precarious angle she was putting us at.
She was so close to my face that when she inched the shirt higher and higher, my beard started to tickle.
“Audrey…” I tried again.
By this point, my chivalrous nature was slowly starting to slip, and the angry asshole who wanted nothing more than to beat someone’s ass was taking over.
I may not want to beat Audrey’s ass, at least not in a way that permanently harmed her, but I wanted to fuck it.
I wanted to take her roughly and do things to her that would likely set us back to square one, if not permanently end us altogether.
But she was having none of it.
The moment my mouth opened, she yanked my head forward and dropped her knee, planting her pussy directly onto my face without answering my worries.
My hand on her ankle clenched, and I drank her in.
Licking first her clit and moving down to her pussy.
I didn’t know what I wanted to focus on more, but the sweet taste of her cream was enough to force me to do one over the other.
I stiffened my tongue and drank her in, fucking her while holding on to her so tightly that I would likely cause bruising.
She either didn’t care, or didn’t notice, as she ground her pussy even harder down on my face.
When I started to remove my hands to move up to her ass, and then further to her clit, she slapped my hand.
“No, only your mouth.”
I growled, and furiously went to work with what she allowed me to use, shaking my head back and forth to rub the tip of my nose over the tiny bud of nerves that centered at the apex of her thighs.
My beard was wet with her juices, but at this point I’d consider wearing it like a fucking badge of honor for the next week—not that I would. Her brother would likely kill me.
But the thought of her scent, or her essence, staying with me was enough to send my want and need from a low hum in my loins to a raging, throbbing roar that I couldn’t ignore.
Dropping one of my hands from her ass while I continued to work her pussy with my tongue, I unhooked my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, freeing my cock with impatient, jerky movements.
Once I had them unzipped and my underwear pushed down below my balls, I slowly worked the length of my cock as I brought my tongue up to her clit and encircled it once before sucking the bundle between my teeth and biting it lightly.
The moment I did, she started to come, and I groaned as her pussy throbbed.
Not wanting to miss the grand finale, I thrust my tongue back into her, continuing to work her clit with my nose, and growled when I felt the rhythmic movements of her inner walls pulsating around my tongue.
“Oh, fuck me.”
That was the plan.
But I adored the way her hips were jerking, not to mention I loved the way she’d practically dropped all of her weight on my face as she came.