Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Briar threaded her fingers in my hair, directing my lips to her other tit. I laughed into her skin, teasing with slow tongue strokes before nipping her nipple with my teeth through the nylon. With my free hand, I dug my thumb into her clit. The swollen nub strained between us.
Her knees buckled, and she gasped.
I steadied her by the waist and hoisted her up on the counter. “Don’t be a sore loser, okay, baby?”
She let out a whine while I massaged her clit through the fabric, teasing the slit of her pussy with two fingers as another worked her sensitive bud.
I wanted to frame her in this moment and revisit the memory whenever life kicked my ass. Those heavy, lust-drunk eyes. The tiny gasps each time I touched her just right. The way she dragged her lower lip into her mouth and sucked like she wished it were my cock.
Anyone could walk into the kitchen at any time. In fact, between the staff and her friends, it was likely someone would. And still, I couldn’t stop. Neither could she.
I nuzzled the edge of her bikini strap with my nose, clamped it between my teeth, and tugged, not quite undoing it. Her eyes flared in warning. I laughed, parting her pussy lips with my fingers and slipping my entire middle finger into her through the thin fabric.
She clenched around me in an instant, so tight I couldn’t help but groan. If she had my finger in a death grip, I could only imagine what my dick had in store. It dripped cum at the tip, basically crying in my pants.
“Fine.” Briar began thrusting her hips into my hand, craving more of my touch. “Let’s cut the bullshit. No one here wants you to keep my modesty.”
With that, she released the strings behind her neck. Her top fell to the tiles in a heap, freeing her tits in front of my face.
They were gorgeous. Slightly freckled from the sun, the nipples small and erect.
I immediately began sucking on the left one, murmuring around it, “Now you have to let me fuck you whenever I want.”
“Yes, well, spoiler alert – that was going to happen anyway, and we both know that,” she snapped, annoyed.
It didn’t stop her from quivering around my finger, which kept fucking her through her bottoms. In fact, I could fuck her right now. She’d let me. But that would ruin her craving. Her anticipation. I wanted the fire in her to intensify with each encounter, each touch, each kiss …
I curled my fingers inside her, still trapped within the fabric, and hit her G-spot. Her hands dropped to my shoulders, nails digging in. I devoured the side of her neck, grinding my erection against her inner thigh, fucking her with everything I had in me without even fucking her.
“Oliver.” She threw her head back, panting. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
I knew she was.
She was riding my hand like a cowgirl.
“Come for me, Briar,” I breathed into her mouth, licking, biting, teasing, driving both of us mad. “Be a good girl and come all over my fingers.”
She did.
Spasmed all over my fingers, her sweet dripping cunt contracting tighter and tighter.
A rush of hot liquid met my fingers through the fabric. That almost did me in. I bit my tongue until it bled, forcing myself not to come at the sight of her orgasm. So familiar and yet so new. She was flushed pink, and happy, and alive.
A symphony of clattered pans and broken glass erupted behind my back.
“Oops.” One of her friends bumped into something. “I – I didn’t know …”
“Out,” I snarled, Briar still putty in my hands, riding the orgasm, too dazed to notice or care.
“Yup. Leaving now. I actually came to grab some ice—”
“Out.”
“Never mind. Yup. I’ll just grab that later.”
Briar collapsed in my arms when she finished. It took a full minute for her to recover. I relished all sixty seconds of her nestled against me, even though my cock was strained, hard, and aching for its own release.
Finally, she came out of the fog.
I knew the moment she did, because she pushed me away, huffing as she hopped off the counter.
“Joke’s on you, Ollie. I wanted to lose.”
“Watch me be devastated for being taken advantage of.” I eye-fucked her, eyes glued to her plump ass as she strolled out of the kitchen. “I meant what I said about our bet. Any time I want. Any place. One time. I call the shots.”
“That’s fine.” She stopped in front of the doorframe, tossing me a glance behind her shoulder. “I’m not going to fall in love with you again. Just so you know.”
“I’m not expecting you to,” I lied.
Truth was, when it came to her, I wanted everything and nothing at all. She fascinated and frightened me. Lured me in and scared me away.