Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
As I reached for the doorknob, I felt his body against mine. He pressed his hand to the door to keep it closed. A shiver ran down my spine when I felt his hot breath at my ear.
“Did you need something to help you relax, Harlee? I don’t have any vibrators, but I can offer my mouth. No conditions, no expectations.”
A delicious warmth pooled in my lower stomach. I nearly moaned aloud as I slowly turned and leaned against the door. My breathing increased when I saw he was only a short distance away from me.
Okay. I had two choices. I could leave and forget any of tonight happened. Or…I could take something for myself, for once. After all, he was offering to give me an orgasm without conditions. What woman in her right mind would turn that down? And I knew from experience that Brax knew how to please a woman.
I raised a single brow. “Nothing in return?”
He flashed me a wicked smile. “Nothing in return.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’d actually do that, and not expect to sleep with me or ask for oral back?”
“Trust me, princess, it wouldn’t be a hardship on my part to taste you again.”
Nearly letting out a moan, I pushed off the door and stepped closer to him as I glanced at his bed.
He took my hand. “Not on the bed. Here.”
He dropped to his knees while I fought to keep my breathing under control.
Before I could even get my thoughts together enough to realize what Brax was doing, my sleep dress or shirt or whatever the hell it was had been pushed up, and he’d slipped my panties down. I stepped out of them as if I were in a trance.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing.
“Brax! Oh God…” I gasped when he pushed me against the door. He was going to do this with me on his shoulders, up against the bed and breakfast door, his face buried between my legs. I could have come simply thinking about it.
I instinctively threaded my hands into his hair as he blew on my clit, then covered my pussy with his mouth. “Jesus!” I panted, tugging his silky locks before pulling him closer. I wasn’t sure what I wanted: more or less. My mind was a blur as I let the pleasure take over my entire body. I didn’t care where we were, who could hear us, or what they might think.
All I knew was that I’d wanted this moment more than I’d realized. And not with just any man. I wanted it from Brax. Only Brax.
He pulled back slightly, and when his eyes met mine, I said in a gravelly voice, “More.”
With a smirk, he replied, “Gladly.”
Then he was there again. His mouth licking and sucking as my entire body trembled from the sheer pleasure of it all.
I would be the first to admit I wasn’t a prude when it came to sex. I liked it. A lot. And oral sex was my favorite. But despite that, only one man had ever done this to me before—and it was the same man currently licking my clit like a fucking ice cream cone he couldn’t get enough of.
“Brax,” I whispered. “I’m going to come…oh my God!”
I pressed my hand to my mouth when my orgasm hit. I had nowhere to go as he continued to punish me in the most delectable way with his mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me until I was pushing his head back, no longer able to take the sensation, and unable to hold back my moans of pleasure.
“I can’t. No more. Please!” I cried out as Brax finally relented and drew back. The smile on his face was nearly enough to make me beg him for one more lick. I almost did just that before reality set in.
Holy shit! Oh crap. What had I done? What in the world had I been thinking? I’d let Brax give me oral sex. I had promised myself the last time he’d broken my heart that I would never allow him to do it again. But it was only sex…right? It didn’t mean anything. At least, I was willing to tell myself that lie. Deep down, I wanted it to mean so much more, but the coward in me wouldn’t allow myself to bring that thought up to the surface.
He slowly lifted me off his shoulders and let me slide down his body until my feet touched the floor. He stood, and I had to grab onto him to keep my legs from buckling out from under me. The orgasm had left me spent and exhausted. Not to mention my thoughts were as cloudy as ever.
“Did that help?” he asked.
It was then I noticed I was still panting for air. The last of the tingles from my orgasm slowly drifted away, and I felt such a loss. Was it from the feeling ebbing away or the lack of his touch?