Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Ever’s reply was exactly what I’d expected: I promise to be discreet, Tracy. Anything you confide in me while we’re messing around will never be brought up in any other context.
To get us back on track, my next message said: Now that that’s out of the way, tell me what you’re going to do to me when we meet up in the living room in a few minutes.
I liked the fact that he was able to instantly switch gears. First I’m going to kiss you, long and hard, until you’re aching for more. Then I’m going to sit back and watch while you strip for me. You belong to me tonight, and I want to see and touch and taste every inch of you, baby.
Damn, he was off to a good start. His next text said: After that, you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock. If I feel even the slightest brush of teeth, I’m going to put you over my knee and spank your cute little ass. Understood?
I replied: Yes. The idea of a spanking made my cock throb, not that I was going to do anything intentionally to make that happen. I planned to give him the best blow job humanly possible after the last time.
I waited eagerly for his next message, which was: After you swallow my load, it’ll be your turn to come, but only when I say so.
Damn, that was hot. I adjusted my hard-on through my flannel pajama pants as another text popped up: Anything you’d like to change about my game plan?
I quickly sent back: No. I almost added “sir,” but it reminded me too much of all my years in the military.
Another message popped up: Then come into the living room.
I tossed my phone and glasses onto the bed and leapt to my feet. Then I made myself pause for a moment to take a deep breath. I was full of nervous energy, because I really didn’t want to mess up like last time. But I needed to calm down, or I really was going to screw it up again.
I left my bedroom and made myself walk down the hall at a normal pace, instead of running like I wanted to. When I reached the living room, my breath caught.
Ever was seated in the center of the couch, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips and looking unbelievably sexy. He’d moved the coffee table aside, and he was sitting with his legs spread and his arms resting across the top of the sofa. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or if he’d done it subconsciously, but by sitting like that, he took up as much space as possible and was absolutely commanding the room.
When he held out his arms to me and said, “Come here,” I hurried over and straddled his lap. He’d just showered. I could smell his citrus body wash on his skin, and his damp hair looked a little spiky.
He smiled at me, and then he slid his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. I gave myself over to it entirely, letting it flood my senses. After a few moments, Ever kissed my neck before whispering in my ear, “Take your clothes off, baby.”
I pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it aside. Then I got up and took off my pajama pants, bending over to untangle them from my feet. When I straightened up, he ran his gaze down my body and murmured, “You’re so beautiful.”
He grasped my hips and pulled me closer. After he nuzzled my stomach, he ran his tongue up my shaft and started sucking my cock. A soft moan slipped from me, and I braced my hands on his shoulders as I tried to steady myself. He was very good at that.
I needed to stay focused, though. I’d been wanting this second chance for a long time, so after a few moments I rasped, “Please let me suck you.”
Ever sat back and smiled at me. “Go right ahead.”
I dropped to my knees between his thighs and spread the towel open, revealing his thick, hard cock. All of a sudden, I was nervous. What if something went wrong again?
When I started sucking him, I was cautious and hesitant. He could tell I was holding back, so after a minute he cupped my cheek, and I let go of his cock. “I only said that bit about spanking you because I thought it might turn you on,” he said. “I didn’t mean to put pressure on you.”
I hung my head. “I’m putting pressure on myself. You won’t want to do this again if I find a way to mess up a simple blow job.”
He stretched out on the couch and patted the cushion in front of him. When I moved up to join him, he kissed me gently and said, “If something were to go wrong this time, then we’d just try again another night. And seriously, if I suggested anything that you’re uncomfortable with, please tell me. That was just an attempt at foreplay, not a list of demands.”