Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
My hips rock against his hand seeking more. More pleasure, more pressure, more Derek. I need it. It seems that I’ve been teetering on the edge of climax since the moment he touched me. I’m easy for Derek and he knows it. He’s playing with me. Taking note of every hitch of my breath, every moan, every sigh, every squeeze of my pussy around his fingers. He’s setting off sparks of pleasure everywhere in my body. Derek's strokes against my clit quicken and my hips start swaying faster. I'm clutching his shoulders, grinding down on his fingers moaning his name and the limo is filling up with the sounds of my moans and Max can probably hear, and it doesn't matter. Nothing matters to me right now except for Derek's thumb; it's so good and perfect right there moving hard and fast on my clit. Derek’s fingers are pushing me higher and higher toward climax. Derek’s wicked fingers hook inside of me, brushing right against that sensitive sweet spot that never fails to get me off. I feel a surge of wetness in my pussy and I'm gripping Derek's shoulders so hard it has to hurt. I'm pretty sure that my red manicured nails digging into the tanned flesh of his broad muscular shoulders are going to leave marks.
I rock in his hand. His thumb moves faster and my hips are swaying at a frantic pace and he brushes my G-spot again in perfect counterpoint to the strokes of his thumb against my clit.
Electric shocks of pleasure shoot through my body.
“Fuck Derek yes. I'm coming,” I scream, my body going tense and my thighs clenching, trapping Derek's hand between my legs.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, resting my head on his shoulder breathing hard. “Oh come on honey,” Derek says. I turn my head, and look at him with heavy lidded eyes, still floating on the rush of pleasure from my climax.
“I hope you aren't down for the count,” he says, “I might be skipping dinner tonight, but I sure as hell am going to have dessert.”
Derek lifts me off his lap and lays me across the limo's seats. He takes the hem of my dress and pulls it down over my hips and legs and off my body altogether. I move to kick off my shoes, but Derek stops me. “No baby leave those on. I like them.” I always said it paid to wear nice shoes. So I'm naked, spread out on display in nothing but a pair of jeweled silver heels, and Derek's looking at me with an unbridled hunger that almost takes me by surprise. I knew Derek wanted me, but I was starting to think I had been the only one fantasizing. There's something intoxicating about knowing that a man who could have any woman he wants, still can't get you off his mind. I arch my back; I know the angle makes my breasts look even more appealing. I spread my legs, watching Derek’s face cloud over with lust as I run a finger down my slick swollen pussy. I moan at the feeling of my own finger against my sensitive lips, getting aroused all over again as Derek’s eyes drink me in.
I press my finger inside my pussy, and bite my lip as my wet hot walls squeeze my finger. I pull my finger out excruciatingly slow, teasing myself and Derek. I bring my wet glistening finger to my lips. I drag it along my full lush bottom lip, before running it along my cupid’s bow, smearing my MAC Ruby Woo lipstick as it mixes with my juices. Derek is transfixed, eyes glued to me. I feel a rush of heat surge through me. I guess I like being watched. I pucker my lips into a perfect O and push my finger between them sucking. I twirl my tongue around my own finger, savoring the flavor of my pleasure for a moment, before pulling it out with a long wet pop.
Even though the light in the limo is dim, the raw want in Derek's eyes is unmistakable. Derek could always make me hot with little more than a glance, and now the intensity of his gaze is setting me on fire. Despite the fact that I’m still coming down off of the first of what I’m sure will be many orgasms tonight, I can already feel the fresh sparks of arousal flaming low in my stomach.
I look up at Derek from under my lashes. “I taste sweet,” I say my voice low and breathy, “Are you hungry for something swe--”
The question dies on my tongue as Derek grabs my legs, pulling me to edge of the seat as if I’m weightless. He drops to his knees on the limo floor and throws one leg over each of his broad muscular shoulders.