Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Actually, no again. He shouldn’t. He should keep his skills under wraps, and only ever use them on me.
Those pesky thoughts of the future try to creep into my consciousness, but before I can really think too long or hard about it, York does this thing with his tongue, and I nearly buck off the table.
“What the hell…” I moan out, my hands flying through his hair, keeping him in place so he’ll do that little trick one more time.
“Yeah, you like that, huh?”
“Yes, please.” I grind my hips against his face, bringing myself even closer to his mouth. “So good.”
“You’re definitely on the naughty list this year, Noelle.”
“Good,” I whisper. “I want to stay on it forever, then.” At the mention of forever, York pauses briefly, and I wish I could retract the word.
He recovers quickly, tackling my pussy like an architect with a detailed blueprint. He keeps lapping at my heated skin, licking, nibbling, along my clit.
I’m gripping him tightly, unable to let go. Never wanting to let go either.
I don’t know what the future holds, but all I know is I won’t be able to survive it.
Chapter 19
York
I dive face first between Noelle’s thighs, burying myself in the scent of her. The taste of her pussy on my lips as I push a finger deep inside her.
“I love this pussy,” I tell her. At this rate I want to tell her I love everything about her. Hell, I might even love her too, but I keep it simple for now.
No need ruining the moment with the ‘L’ word. I don’t know how she feels. She’s younger than me by a lot, and I know she has to return to college after the holidays.
I honestly don’t even want to think about what this could mean for us. All I know is I don’t want to stop eating her pussy because I’m enjoying it way too much.
Every sound, every sigh she makes turns me on. My cock is as hard as granite, and I wish I could slam my dick deep inside her right at this very moment. But not right now. Right now I have one mission…make this woman come all over my tongue.
And if I know Noelle like I’m beginning to—she’s close. Like really really close.
“Don’t stop,” she whisper-shouts into the stillness of the garage.
Tomorrow I need to take her somewhere. Somewhere more private. Something just for the two of us. Maybe a hotel?
Maybe with a hot tub?
I push the thoughts away as I continue sucking her clit between my lips, my finger fucking her sweet pussy. I slide another finger inside her, working her until she’s grinding along my face, her body starting to spasm.
Her fingers clutch onto my hair, tugging and pulling at the strands as her release crashes over her. She’s a fucking sight to behold when she comes.
I think I could get off to just the image of her coming all over me.
I chase away her release with my tongue, my fingers fucking her faster and faster.
Fuck this.
I rip my pants down, slamming my cock into her before she even has a second to recover. I need to rut out this need to keep fucking her day in and day out. I grip her shoulder, holding onto her as I keep fucking her, not really trying to keep quiet.
The table scrapes across the floor, and I’m not even trying to slow down because of it.
Not until I come. Fuck.
I need to get off so deep inside her.
Our eyes connect and the moment she gives me this soft smile, I’m done for. My orgasm attacks me out of nowhere like smoke in the shadows.
“Something’s happening,” I whisper as soon as my body calms just a bit.
“What?” she whispers, her face a complete picture of ecstasy.
“I don’t know,” I say, like I’m in a daze. Because the truth is I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve never wanted someone this badly.
Hell, I’d propose to her right now if I thought she’d say yes.
But I know we have a long road to work through to be together, but I’m ready for it. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to make this work.
We get dressed in the silence, and before we leave to head to our own rooms, I pull her in, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“I wish you could sleep in bed with me,” I whisper against her ear.
She sighs softly. “That would be so nice.”
I lean back slightly, allowing our foreheads to rest against each other. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll see you in the morning,” she says with a small laugh.
“That’s not soon enough.”
She kisses me, tugging me closer, giving me a kiss with everything she has. When she breaks the kiss after a few minutes, she leans back and gazes at me.
“I like it when you say romantic things.”