Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
That was, until I opened my bedroom door and found Julep in my sheets.
The sun was setting already, golden light showcasing flakes of dust that danced down to my hardwood floors as I shut the door behind me and dropped my bag. She was a vision in that light, one leg poking out from under the sheets, her head propped on her hand, hair down and a wavy mess as she watched me.
“How did you get in here?”
“That’s the wrong question.”
I smiled, inching toward her. “Mmm… and what is the right one?”
“Can I have one of my Christmas presents early?”
That made me chuckle, but before I could fall into bed with her, she lifted that bare foot of hers that was on top of the sheet and pressed it to my chest to stop me.
When she did, a flash of red silk contrasted with the white of my sheets.
I bit my lip on a groan, trailing one hand over her ankle, down her calf, her thigh, until I could skate a fingertip over that satin tease.
Julep smiled salaciously, and then she slowly peeled the sheets back, revealing herself inch by blissful inch. She kept her dark eyes locked on me, and my cock twitched to life as she spread out and let me take in the full view of her.
She was wrapped like a present, a giant red bow across her breasts and a sliver of fabric sufficing as a thong at the apex of her thighs.
“Merry Christmas, indeed,” I said, and Julep grinned more.
But again, when I reached for her, that damn foot came up to stop me.
“Ah-ah,” she said, and then she slowly climbed off the bed and stood in front of me. I let my eyes rake over her body as she pressed into me, and her hands slipped into the pockets of my joggers, the left one finding my phone and pulling it free. “I think this is a gift you’ll want to remember opening,” she said, tapping the phone screen a few times before she handed it to me.
When she did, the video recording screen was pulled up.
The camera pointed right at her.
I swallowed, trying to find reason through the spell she was weaving. “What are you asking me, Julep?”
She walked around me, fingertips gliding over my arms and back before she paused and reached over where I gripped the phone. She tapped the record button, and then stepped back into frame.
“I’m asking you to record me,” she breathed, pulling at the ribbon tied behind her back. It fluttered to the ground, revealing her swollen breasts. “Make a video of me on my knees for you.”
I hissed a curse as she dropped to her knees, one by one, and when I didn’t follow her with the camera, she reached up and pointed it down at her.
“Focus, cameraman,” she teased. “Don’t want to miss the shot.”
Her grin was playful and teasing as she unfastened the tie around my hips, tugging my joggers down until they hit my ankles. She ripped my briefs down next, and my cock sprang forward, already aching for her.
My breath hitched in my throat as she leaned forward, wrapping me in one hand and smoothing her palm up to my tip before she ran it down to the base. She squeezed with just the right pressure, months of fucking giving her the exact combination to make me groan for her. She smiled when I did, and then she brought my tip to her tongue.
And she looked up at me.
I watched in real time as well as on my phone, the image mirrored, her dark eyes heavy and heated as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.
“Fucking Christ, Julep,” I cursed, so turned on I could barely see straight as she flicked the tip of her tongue over me.
I had trouble keeping the phone steady, the camera angled right as she swirled her tongue again, this time sealing her lips over me and diving down until they met where her hand gripped my base.
I saw stars as the sensation rocked through me, and when I moaned, her nipples peaked more. It turned her on just as much as it did me, her on her knees, my cock in her mouth, her eyes locked up on the lens as I recorded her.
“You’re a naughty fucking girl,” I husked as she bobbed up and then back down, taking more of me inside her this time.
“I’ve been so bad,” she agreed with a little whimper of a moan, and then she slicked me again, squeezing her hand in time with her mouth to create the most beautiful, torturous pleasure. She bobbed up, down, again and again, picking up her speed until she released me with a pop and looked up at me while her slobber-covered hand pumped me. “I think I need to be punished.”