Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
I want him to devour my mouth until I can’t breathe. Jockstrap and cup or not, he is affected.
He groans into my mouth, and for a moment, I’m not high anymore. I’m Old Bailey, and he is my Lev, and we’re pressing our lips together like children practicing what we saw on TV, breathing each other in.
Our hearts beat in the same rhythm. Our fingers lace together.
It’s quiet. It’s romantic. It’s everything.
My eyes flutter shut and my lips clasp over his so seamlessly, we’re like a lock and a key. A match made of kismet heaven.
“Lev…”
“No. Shut up. Let me pretend you’re her.” My heart squeezes for a second, and I can’t breathe. Her? Her who? Thalia? But then he adds brokenly, “My Bailey.”
He glides his hand from my neck to my jaw and squeezes, opening my mouth forcefully.
I welcome his tongue as it chases mine, licking, flicking, exploring.
He swallows my little pants of appreciation with greediness. With my bikini bottom half-undone, he presses his hot palm against my pussy until he hits bone.
My nipples pucker and I shudder, rolling my hips relentlessly, hunting his touch.
I want him to bend me over the ballet barre and fuck me raw.
I want him to tell me I’ll be fine, that we’ll get through this together.
I want him to come inside me and watch me drip.
To lick the inside of my thighs from behind and whisper sweet nothings that would soak into my skin.
I open my legs wider, giving him access to me.
Lev tsks into my mouth, his tongue stroking mine skillfully. “You’re gonna have to use your words, Dove.”
“Finger me,” I whimper. “Please.”
His mouth rips from mine, and he drags his nose down the side of my neck, leaving hot, sexy kisses everywhere his lips land. These kisses are a drug more powerful than anything they can create in a lab.
“Where’re the drugs?” he repeats.
I don’t answer, taking his hand and jerking it desperately between my legs.
The asshole laughs into my collarbone, hand limp between us, as his tongue draws lazy circles around the tip of my shoulder. “Answer me.”
“Finger-fuck me first,” I groan. “Don’t pretend like you’re not curious to know what I feel like inside.”
Lev hisses into my skin, a mixture of pain and guilt swimming in his tortured expression when I feel his digit skimming my slit.
I’m so wet it slicks the tip of his finger instantly. We both stop everything and take a moment to tremble in each other’s arms.
Our heads drop forward and we watch as his finger strokes back and forth along my entrance. My breasts feel full and heavy, and my belly bottoms out.
Our eyes meet, and Lev plasters his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. “Where are you hiding those pills, baby?”
Baby. Oh Marx. I love this nickname in his mouth.
I shake my head. I’m never gonna tell him. I can’t. “Please give me some relief. Please, Lev, I need it.”
“It’s wrong.”
“Then do something wrong anyway. Even if you don’t like it. For me. For once.”
He buries his face in my shoulder as he pushes his finger deep inside me.
I clench around him instantly, so wet and turned-on he meets no resistance from my body.
“Oh, fuck. You’re so tight. You’ll milk my cock dry when I fuck you.”
When. He said when.
“Now seems like as good a time as ever.” I rotate my hips, riding his finger like a cowgirl when he adds two more to the party.
I’m so close I can practically feel the edge of an orgasm before it overtakes me.
He glides in and out of me, his dirty, sweaty fingers still smelling like cowhide and grass from football practice.
With three fingers inside me, he massages my clit with his thumb, flicking it teasingly.
My knees are trembling and I drop my head back. Stars dust along the ceiling, a thousand tiny supernovas, as my vision blurs and my climax crawls up from the tip of my toes up my legs. Warmth spreads along my limbs.
It’s happening. I’m coming.
“Where are the drugs, Bailey?” Lev repeats, his teeth grazing the tip of my chin.
“I’m not on drugs.” I clench around his fingers.
“You’re a liar.” He keeps thrusting his fingers into me, manic, hungry, fueled by desire.
His other hand is holding me by the front of my neck to keep me from falling.
I’m pressed against the mirror. He’s handling me roughly, just like I want him to.
And I can’t get nearly enough of this.
“And you still love me,” I taunt.
“Tell me where.”
“Keep dreaming, Levy.”
“Fuck, Bailey!” He tears himself away, running the hand that was inside me over his scalp.
My orgasm comes to a screeching halt, and my ass hits the floor now that he is not there to hold me.
I stare at him from my spot on the parquet, my limbs knotted together like a newborn fawn.