Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
His words lingered in the air. They were raw, unfiltered, and honest. I wasn’t sure how I felt about them, but I knew they excited me. Whatever this was with Sebastian, I wanted it and didn’t give a damn about the consequences. Our age difference was inconsequential. The fact he was my boss didn’t matter. All I could fixate on was his hands on my body and the longing for him.
His breath was hot and heavy on my flesh as his teeth grazed my earlobe. He bit it gently but forcefully enough to leave me hungry for more. “It’s taking everything in me not to sink into you right now.”
My heart stammered, and my breath caught in my throat when his lips traced along my neck. His hand slid up my waist to lift my nightgown over my head, and his fingers dusted over my nipple before he cupped my breast, pinching at the nipple and then sucking my bud into his warm mouth.
I sighed, warmth rushing between my legs as his teeth nipped and his hands kneaded, turning my brain foggy with lust.
His hands worked their way down my body, gripping my sore behind. “You drive me fucking crazy. I’m a man who prides myself on my sense of control, but it seems I don't have any when it comes to you, Ms. Brooks.”
As if he was too greedy to wait, he spun me around and walked us over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Manhattan skyline. His cock pressed against my back as my nipples brushed the cold glass. “Look out there, Sarena. My whole life was about getting this view. Getting so much damn money that I could spend as much as I wanted and still have too much to spend. This is all I wanted.” He kicked my legs apart, brushing his fingertips up and down my slit. “Know what I would trade it all for, now?”
“No,” I pant.
He fell to his knees behind me and nipped at my ass. “I’d trade it all for one lick of your pussy. You have any idea how fucked up that is? To have a taste, I would go back to living on the streets. I grew up around junkies, Angel. I swore I’d never be one. I was around that shit my entire life, and I never tried it, not even pot. But here I am on my knees begging for a minor hit because I don’t think I can survive without it.”
There was a surge of power when a woman heard a powerful man beg for her, and I was no exception. Here was Sebastian Vaughn on his knees, begging for the one thing only I could give him. “Take what you need, Daddy.”
The words slipped out—taboo and dirty.
He kneaded my ass cheeks before he dipped his head between my legs, fastening his mouth on my pussy. “I want you to look out the window, Angel. I want you to stand there and picture how many men are looking at you naked while Daddy eats out this sexy cunt and makes you beg me to stop. I want you to picture how many other guys are holding their dicks, imagining it’s them tasting your sweet pussy. I want everyone to know you're my slut and my good girl.” His teeth grazed my clit before he sucked it into his mouth and let it fall out with an audible pop. “I like knowing other powerful men want the pussy that belongs to me.”
My breath hitched as he licked in slow, hard strokes, tonguing my slit and biting gently at my clitoris, adding his fingers to the assault when he sank one and then a second past my entrance. His hand worked against me, his mouth sucking at my soaked folds. My body was on fire, a volcano ready to explode with nowhere to go. One thing was clear: Sebastian Vaughn knew his way around my pussy better than I did. Just when I thought I was going to melt into a puddle by the window, he stopped.
I gazed down. “Why-why did you stop?”
“Were you close to coming, Baby Girl?” He looked up at me, his lips caught in a cocky grin and glistening with my juices. I clamped down on my bottom lip when he pressed his teeth to my clit, dragging every jagged nerve as he thrust his fingers slow and steady into my cunt. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“Me,” I said.
As soon as the word left my lips, I instantly regretted it because he vacated his spot between my legs.
He chuckled as he forcibly grabbed my waist and turned me so my ass was pressed to the window and my breasts were pushed against his hard chest. “Wrong answer, Baby Girl.”
I yelped as he lifted me and used one hand to hold me still, while the other grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. “Our first time should be romantic. Rose petals on the floor leading to a bed covered in them. That’s what someone from your world would do.”