Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
His fingers push down between my folds, slowly teasing and taunting me with what’s to come, skimming over my clit and making me squirm as his snake trails across my body. He applies just enough pressure to my clit to make me groan, and just when I think I’m right on the edge, he pushes those same thick fingers deep into my pussy.
“Oh, God,” I groan, tipping my head back. He’s barely even gotten started, and I’m already on the edge.
His fingers move in and out before he takes them away, and I look back up at him, watching as he lifts his fingers to his lips. He opens wide and sucks them clean, his eyes blazing like never before. His fingers fall away and the way his tongue rolls over his bottom lip has got me in a fucking chokehold, but it’s got nothing on the satisfied groan that tears from the back of his throat. “Eros was right,” he mutters, that dark tone doing wicked things to me. “You’ve got the sweetest fucking cunt I’ve ever tasted.”
Before another second passes, he drops to his knees, his mouth closing over my clit.
I cry out, the overwhelming pleasure too much for me to handle. He works me with his tongue as I push up onto my elbows, needing to watch the way his tongue rolls over my clit and destroys everything I ever thought I knew about having my pussy eaten. He sucks, nips, and teases, pushing me right to my limits. Then he slides those two fingers deep inside me again, curving them just right and massaging me from within. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I’m about ready to explode when I see Sawyer stand from the corner of my eye.
I glance across at him, locking onto his stare as he strides toward us, slowly peeling off his suit jacket. It falls to the ground and he gets started on the rest of his attire, probably regretting the choice to wear such an intricate suit.
By the time he reaches me, his shirt is gone and I stare up at that gorgeous body. He’s perfection, a fucking Adonis, but what’s more are those piercing green eyes scanning over my body. He releases his belt buckle just as Cross flicks his tongue over my clit, and I cry out with undeniable pleasure.
Sawyer releases his cock and it’s everything. Long and thick with angry veins, just the way I like it. He’s not pierced like Dalton, but there’s something about Sawyer’s cock that has me desperate to taste.
He reaches out to me, gripping my chin as his thumb runs along my bottom lip, almost daring me to back down. But I won’t fucking dare. Ever since Cara mentioned it in our apartment, this is all I’ve been able to think about.
Hearing a pained curse from across the room, my gaze snaps to Dalton’s, and I grin wide seeing the irritation and jealousy flashing in his stare. This is exactly what you get when you stab a knife right through my back. He pulls against his pants, adjusting that monster cock, and I don’t doubt he’s feeling the pain.
Pulling against his grip on my chin, Sawyer forces my stare back to his. “When you fuck me, your eyes stay on me,” he says, a tone in his voice that has my pussy clenching around Cross’s fingers, making it impossible to look away.
I let him see the desire in my eyes, let him know just how hard I’ll work for this, but at the same time, I’m not about to make it easy on him. “Prove you’re worth fucking and I won’t need to look away.”
Goddamn, I must have a death wish.
Sawyer’s thumb returns to my lips and he forces it inside my mouth, pulling down on my jaw until my mouth opens wide, though just like Dalton’s, it’s not going to fit. “I don’t need to prove shit,” he tells me. “So why don’t you fucking take it and I’ll let you know if you’re worth fucking when I’m done?”
Oh, apparently Sawyer has a nasty streak after all, and I fucking love it.
A grin pulls at my lips, but I’m done talking. It won’t be long until Cross has me coming on his fingers and when that happens, I fully intend to have Sawyer’s cum hitting the back of my throat. He wants me to impress him, wants to understand what Dalton saw in me on the roof, and damn it, I plan on giving him my best work.
Opening wider, I reach for his cock, and he moves in enough for me to close my mouth over him. A small bead of moisture rests on his tip, and I greedily lap it up, rolling my tongue over his head and watching the way his face morphs from being this dominant asshole to a guy who just saw his whole life flash before his eyes. And it takes me even less time to realize just how easy this is going to be.