Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Seconds, maybe hours later, Fin’s hand grazes my waist, my skin reacting like fire to the brush of it. He presses a kiss to my head as he opens a drawer, pulling out a square of silver foil.
I watch as he lifts it to his mouth, his lips shining in the bright sunshine, smeared lewdly with my pleasure.
Three orgasms and nothing yet for him, the whisper of not-Ronny supplies.
Every moment so far has been about me. About my pleasure, not his. Conjuring my fantasies with his dirty whispers, the command in his tone, the way he’s touched and held me. And it’s all brought us here. To the point where I want—no, need—to reciprocate, as I turn and push him backward in the direction of the bed.
I see in his expression when he realizes what I’m about. See that he likes it. He lowers to the bed, pressing his hand to the mattress behind him. As proud as a pasha, I think, as I take the condom from between his fingers and drop it onto the mattress. I fold to my knees, and I wonder if he can feel it, this connection throbbing between us.
As I bow my head, he gathers the dark strands over my shoulder.
“Thanks,” I whisper ridiculously.
“You’re welcome.” Eyes dark and smile lurking, he watches as I moisten my lips and wrap my fingers around him.
“Thundercock,” I whisper, the thought escaping without thought.
He runs a tender finger across my cheek. “You prefer that to daddy, huh?”
Daddy is an energy. He’s firm but gentle. He’s bossy in the bedroom. He takes charge but makes you feel safe. A daddy cares.
Daddy suits him. Not that he’ll ever hear those words come out of my mouth.
He gives a moan that’s ragged around the edges as I press my lips to him, then slide down.
“Mila. Oh, fuck.” He falls back on his palm once again, his mouth slack as I hollow my cheeks and slide back to suck and lick his silken crown.
“Jesus! Keep doing that. I’ll be putty in your hands.”
My mouth comes off him with a sucking pop. “You know there are pills you can get for that,” I say, my voice soft.
Laughter bursts from his mouth like honey from a squeeze bottle.
Oh, my. I love that. But it doesn’t last as I lower my mouth with a soft sucking kiss. He hisses, his thigh tautening under my fingers, our eyes locking as I slide my tongue along the underside of his wide cock.
“I love how you watch me, Mila. Like you’re staring into my soul . . .” He swallows thickly, not quite as unaffected as he might try to seem. “I love how you watch . . . watch what you’re doing to me.”
The sweet agony in his words. I did that.
“Fuck!” His head drops back, the muscles of his shoulders so taut.
I did that too.
“Yeah, like that,” he whispers, staring down at me once more. “That’s right, love, get it nice and wet.”
I make a noise. The aural this man gives . . .
“You look so, so pretty sucking me.”
I almost swallow him.
“You like that, don’t you? You like a little instruction. A little praise.”
I moan around him, not quite an agreement, but I can’t help the effect his low, rumbling commentary has on me. As Ronny would say, “I high-key love” what it does to me as my insides throb like a poked bruise.
“That’s it, take me all the way in. Fuck! You look so hot, your mouth stretched wide around my cock.”
I moan again. Fin DeWitt doesn’t play fair, and my movements become messy as I take what I can, working the rest with my hand. I work him from root to tip, loving the tight breaths of his seductive commentary.
“Mila, darlin’. You’re gonna make me come.”
His assertion makes me lose all composure. I begin to work him wetly, with gusto and zeal, wanting to get there, wanting to feel—
His hand slides under my chin, pulling my mouth away.
“Isn’t that the point?” I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth and notice his chest moves as though he’s been running.
“Maybe next time.” He grabs the condom from the mattress, pressing it to my hand. “I need to be inside you the first time I come.”
“Oh.” My. Days. I wonder if he knows how powerful his words are.
Fin watches intently as I tear the corner of the foil, then leans back on both palms as I begin to sheathe him. Then, with an inciting look, he whispers, “Climb on.”
Chapter 20
Fin
I close the door behind me, leaving sleeping beauty curled up in my bed. I could’ve stayed there all day, lying next to her, just studying the nuances of her loveliness. The tiny REM flutter of her dark lashes, the beauty mark behind her left ear. Her violin curves, and her dainty fingers and pink-painted toenails. But the longer I watched, the greater the temptation grew to kiss her. To pull her close and just fucking hold her. As though it might contain the enormity of my feelings.