Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 130255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“Max.”
He looked at me.
“I’m wearing tights.”
He caught his tongue between his lips, slowly pulling it back into his mouth. “Ah.”
“That’s what I was going to tell you,” I said with a smile.
He pulled me off the table, and I kicked off my shoes, then reached right up under my dress to my bra and rolled the tights down.
“Are those tights or a torture device?” he asked, watching as I pulled my feet free.
“You’re thinking of Spanx.” I dropped the balled-up tights on the table next to me and looked at him. “Tights are far more comfortable than Spanx.”
“Ellie. Stop talking.” He stepped up to me again, and this time I hopped onto the table and parted my legs so he could get even closer.
I hooked my ankles behind his thighs and circled my arms around his neck, holding him against me as we kissed. it didn’t take much until I was rolling my hips against him and all but begging for him to take off his shirt.
I slid my hands down his body and pulled his shirt from his trousers, letting my fingers get to work on the buttons. He pushed on my knees, indicating I should unhook my ankles, and I did so, leaning back so I could undo the buttons of his shirt.
With them freed, I pushed the shirt over his shoulders, and Max shrugged it off then shoved it to the side. Everything about the way we came back together was desperate and quick, and the straps of my dress fell off my shoulders as I gripped the waistband of Max’s trousers.
“I don’t think so,” he murmured against my lips. He released me and pushed me back by my shoulders, quickly moving to bunch my dress around my waist and part my thighs.
Realisation of what he was about to do washed over me, but he was faster. I was barely holding myself on my elbows when he brushed his fingers over my underwear, and my hips bucked as he made contact with my clit.
He moved my underwear to the side and bent down, still holding my legs apart with my ankles resting on his shoulders, and kissed the top of my thigh. My breath hitched for a moment, and I shuddered out an exhale as he rolled his tongue over my clit.
Holy shit.
He made easy work of me, teasing me with his tongue in all different kinds of ways. As he explored my wetness with his mouth, I lowered onto my back on the table and reached down, finding my fingers sliding into his soft, black hair.
Everything about what he was doing was driving me to the brink of orgasm, from his tongue on my clit to his fingertips digging into the skin of my inner thighs. I let out a quiet moan and closed my eyes as he focused fully on my clit, applying pressure like nothing I’d ever felt to that tender area. My body tensed, and my hips moved almost as if I had no control, and I tightened my grip on his hair as I rode against the sensation of his tongue until I could do nothing but cry out in pleasure.
He was in no hurry to move, licking and sucking and kissing until I’d stilled, breathing heavily, with my legs trembling over his shoulders.
He pushed my legs down and stood, staring at me as he wiped his mouth. There was a carnal glint in his eye that made goosebumps prickle up all over my body, and the gruffness of his voice as he said, “Take off your clothes, Ellie,” almost made me cum all over again.
Seriously.
I did as I was told, sitting up to pull my dress over my head and then unhooking my bra and pulling it off so I was completely naked.
Max pulled his wallet from his pocket and tossed it on the table. “Get out a condom.”
He wouldn’t need to tell me twice.
I rummaged through a stack of receipts in the notes section while he stripped off and kicked his trousers and boxers away, then offered him the little packet. He took it and ripped it open, and I couldn’t look away as he rolled it over his hard cock.
He came back, holding my legs open, and I blinked at him.
“Right here?” I breathed, propping myself up on my elbows again.
“Ellie,” he murmured, leaning over me, bringing his lips to my ear. “I’ve read one of your books. Didn’t your hero fuck her on the table in that one—twice?”
My only answer was a sharp inhale.
“Exactly.”
Max straightened and reached between us for his cock, then brushed it against my wetness. Slow and teasingly, he finally pushed inside me, and I dropped my head back, parting my lips, as he grabbed my hips and tilted them to where he wanted them to be.