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)
She nibbles on her lower lip a moment, driving me even more insane. God, that mouth...
Then she leans down and kisses me with those delectable lips. I shove my tongue into her mouth and kiss her like I want to fuck her—hard, fast, and deliberate.
By the time she breaks the kiss a few moments later, we’re both panting.
“Bedroom,” I say, pointing. “Take off the shorts on the way.”
She scrambles off my lap, shoving her shorts over her hips. She turns and walk to the bedroom, and I smile.
Tweety Bird.
Tweety Bird is on her asscheek, and it’s fucking adorable. I’m going to cover that tattoo with kisses, just like I did with Heather’s viper.
But that’s the last thought I have of Heather. This is all about Ariel. Ariel and that sexy-as-fuck mouth of hers.
I sweep her into my arms before she gets through the bedroom door and toss her onto my king-size bed. She bounces lightly, a smile on her sweet face. I get rid of my clothes in a flash, and my cock is hard and ready, jutting out.
Her eyes widen. “Wow.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I open the drawer to my nightstand and grab a condom. Should I put it on now? Or should I take my time and cover that gorgeous body with kisses?
Talk about a rock and a hard place.
I settle on the hard place. I need to get inside that tight little southern cunt. Afterward, I’ll taste every inch of her.
She’s lying on her back, looking up at me expectantly, so I hit the bed, hover over her, our gazes meeting.
“You sure?”
“Please.”
I thrust into her.
Damn...
She’s tighter than Heather, and her walls clench around my cock as if she’s already—
“Sebastian! Oh, my God!”
She explodes around me, milking my cock with the contractions of her climax.
Man, she really did want to fuck. Alex and Brett don’t know what they missed. This woman needs dick, and I’m happy to give it to her.
“You’re so hot, Ariel,” I say, continuing to thrust.
“I like everything,” she says, panting, “but nothing gets me going like a hard dick inside me. I come so hard.”
“Enjoy it, then, sugar,” I say, “because I won’t be done anytime soon.”
I plunge back into her, fuck her through two more orgasms, and then grunt my release into the condom.
Damn, she’s hot.
I stay inside her a few minutes, coming down from my orgasmic high, and then I pull out, dispose of the condom, and return to bed.
“I’m going to taste that sweet pussy now,” I say. “Then I’m going to lick that tattoo on your ass and then lick your tight asshole. Sound good?”
Her cheeks redden. Rimming is probably new to her...but not for long.
She finally speaks. “Let me sit on your face, then, because I want that beautiful dick in my mouth.”
Damn.
Works for me.
I just came, but the thought of that sexy-as-fuck mouth around me has my cock roaring to life again. I lie down on the bed and grin. “You got it, babe. You got it.”
She lowers herself onto my face and I slide my tongue over her gorgeous wet pussy. Mmm...she tastes like a Georgia peach, and when—
I groan when her lips encircle my cockhead. I’d like to watch, but then I’d have to move my face from her delicious cunt.
Nope. That won’t do.
I shove my tongue inside her as she slides her mouth up and down my cock. I lift my hips, fucking her mouth, and she grinds against my lips and chin, her juices flowing over my face.
Her moans grow louder, and a moment later she’s coming again, releasing on my face.
And fuck...
I come again too, right into her hot little mouth.
After a fucking lousy start, this morning has potential after all.
EPISODE 80
GOWNS AND GOSSIP
Emily
After leaving River’s room—and running into Sebastian Tate on my way—I head up the stairs and toward Ariel’s room but make a quick detour to my own suite. I need a quick shower. I don’t want to smell like I’ve just been eaten with relish when I fetch Ariel. Once I’m showered, dried, and dressed—this time in a crisp yellow blouse and white linen shorts with sparkly sandals—I leave my suite and walk the few doors to Ariel’s.
I knock.
No response.
“Ariel, love. You in there?” I knock again.
Still nothing.
I shrug. Can’t say I blame the girl. I pretty much escorted her out of River’s suite and she probably feels slighted. She’s probably also thinking that something’s going on between River and me—and she’d be right. I’ve enjoyed my time with River, but he and I come from two different worlds. Besides, I don’t relish the thought of gossip about the two of us. It’s too soon for anyone to truly pair up, and as for River...
Perhaps I’m just scratching an itch.
Or perhaps...
No. I’m not going there. He’s mad as a storm over the moors at the moment, and I don’t think it’s solely because he found me in the hot tub with Brett earlier.