Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
His cock isn’t quite as rigid as it was, but he hasn’t lost his erection. Once my lips are halfway down his length, he goes hard again.
Nice.
He’s responsive to me, and nothing gets me hotter than when a man likes what I’m doing to him.
Already my pussy is throbbing. I pull off his cock, suck lightly on the head, and then spit to increase the lubrication.
And...as hot as it was when Emily did it, I decide spitting isn’t my thing. I add my hand, slide it down Brett’s shaft to the base, and follow the movement with my lips.
“Fuck, yeah...” he growls. He moves his head forward and meets my gaze. “You’re hot as hell, Sienna.”
I keep my eyes trained on his for as long as my neck can take it, and then I slide down his cock with my hand and lips once more.
Already I can feel him begin to pulse, so I pull off him and nibble at his cock head as I meet his blue eyes again.
My pussy is wet and ready, and I take my other hand and slide it between my legs. If he’s going to come, so am I.
Brett finally leans his head back and closes his eyes, letting himself go.
I keep mine open, focusing on sucking him, all while I play with my clit, smoothing my fingers through my own wetness.
“God, yes, Sienna. So good.”
Brett’s words fuel me, and I go faster, deeper, finally removing my hand from his shaft and taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
And I enjoy the hell out of it.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Deepthroat me. Just like that.”
Brett slides his hands into my hair and pushes me gently in rhythm with my movements. I return my hand to his length to keep control, and he groans louder and deeper.
And I work my clit harder and faster.
I want that fourth orgasm, but even more so, I want Brett’s first.
Faster, faster, faster...
“Easy, sweetheart. I’ll come...”
Okay with me.
I can’t say the words with my mouth full of cock, though.
Then it dawns on me. He’s asking permission to come in my mouth. Do I stop blowing him and tell him it’s okay? Or do I give him my answer by not stopping?
Too much thinking.
Too fucking much thinking.
I work that clit.
I work that cock.
And he begins to pulse, he grabs my head and pushes me down onto him. As my fist hits his base, he spurts into my mouth, his come trickling down my throat—
My own climax shoots through me, my nipples straining against the metal mesh, and my thighs quivering as sparks shoot from my pussy outward, making my body tingle.
Slowly I ease off Brett’s cock, lay my head in his lap, and enjoy the remnants of my orgasm. A wave of nirvana sweeps into me as the breeze drifts over me, sweeping my hair into my eyes.
Brett pushes it away and grips my shoulders, bringing me onto his lap.
“That was phenomenal,” he says, cupping my cheek, “especially the part where we came together.”
I answer with a soft sigh.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” I ask.
“For letting me come in your mouth. It was so hot, Sienna.”
“It was.” I smile. “And the gelato didn’t have the effect you thought it would have.”
“Not when your hot little mouth was all over me. How could it?” He brushes his lips over mine.
I look over my shoulder. The gelato is mostly melted now, but there are a few clumps left. I grab the dish and spoon. “You’ve got to at least taste this.” I feed him a spoonful.
“Delicious.” He licks his lips. “But it’s got nothing on that feast between your legs.”
My cheeks warm as I take a spoon of the melted gelato. “It is delicious, but it tasted much better on you.” I place the dish back on the table.
Brett pulls me close, and we kiss—a gentle kiss this time, but a passionate one. Our lips slide together until—
A throat clears.
We break the kiss, and I look up to see August standing beside the table.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Dawson, but there’s a phone call for Ms. Costello back at the house. He says it’s urgent.”
“He?” I ask.
“A Mr. Robinson. Leroy Robinson.”
How did he get this number? I only left it with one person—my mother. Of course, she adored Leroy. If he called her, she probably gave it to him. “He can wait all night for all I care.”
“You sure?” Brett asks.
I bite my lower lip. Leroy and I haven’t had any contact since the day I left. Perhaps it truly is urgent.
“All right.” I scramble off Brett’s lap and adjust the metal mesh around my thighs.
“I should check in with the guys, anyway,” Brett says. “I need to talk to River especially.”
“Why?” I ask.
But Brett doesn’t answer.
EPISODE 54
KEEPER OF SECRETS
River
Twenty Years Earlier...
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
I’m in the kitchen at home when I hear pounding on the door. I walk the few steps and open it. Brett stands there.