Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Make her come.
Until she can’t stand it any longer and spreads those legs for me willingly.
“Oh, God …” she mutters as I lick harder and harder.
“Luca will do,” I reply as I continue sucking and kissing.
Her whole body begins to heat, her muscles tightening around me while my nails dig into her thighs to keep her from choking me with her legs. Girls like her would definitely try. Our families would teach us that much. There isn’t anything an enemy wouldn’t do to get their hands on your power and wealth. And right now … I am that enemy.
But she couldn’t hurt me.
Not even if she actually wanted to.
And right now, I doubt she wants anything else besides my tongue diving between her legs. Fuck, it’s so goddamn hot. I can’t control myself, and I start rubbing myself right in front of her all while licking her senseless.
“Please, let me down,” she mutters.
“Not until after you’ve come … Maybe ten times,” I reply, winking when she looks up in horror.
“Ten?!”
“If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I might add ten more,” I say.
“No, I can’t tell you,” she says, shaking her head.
I lick her clit until she squirms. “Your throbbing pussy begs to differ.”
“No, don’t make me,” she murmurs, delirious as I keep lapping her up. “I can’t handle it.”
“Always so uptight … it’s about time someone fucked that timidness out of you.”
She gasps as I bury my tongue inside her again, desperate for a taste. The way she rolls over my tongue, her wetness dripping down my chin, makes me so fucking horny I start to moan along with her.
“That’s it, Jill. Let go of all your inhibitions and come for me,” I say as she’s on the verge of breaking. “Do it. Come against my tongue, and I’ll reward you with more.”
When the tip of my tongue flicks her clit a few times, it swells, and I can feel the pulsations of her orgasm right through my very own fucking mouth, and it’s the biggest fucking turn-on I’ve ever felt.
I keep going, licking and sucking her clit until she clenches her legs again and another one rolls right through her.
“That’s it, bunny. Relax and feel the ecstasy,” I say, planting one hand on her belly while the other is furiously stroking my length.
I can’t get enough of how she tastes, how she feels underneath my mouth, how her body almost moves in sync with my tongue as I rhythmically flick her to another orgasm.
Every pulse of her clit makes me that much more aroused, and my cock throbs with need. I spread pre-cum all over my dick as lube, thrusting into my own damn hand as I kiss her hard.
One second I allow her to breathe and ask, “Are you ready to tell me who fucked you?”
She shakes her head, but I can see the hesitation in her eyes.
“Fine. More.”
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
More and more orgasms follow, but I’m not done yet.
Not even as the tears roll down her cheeks from all the climaxes she’s endured.
“Tell me who your boyfriend was,” I say, my tongue twirling around her red and swollen clit.
“Please …” she murmurs.
“Please … more?” I ask, licking my lips at the thought.
Her eyes widen. “I don’t think I can take it.”
“Yes, you can,” I reply, tapping her sensitive pussy. “But if you want it to end … all you have to do is tell me who your boyfriend was.”
When my mouth hovers over her clit again, she yells, “Okay, fine! I’ll tell you, but he wasn’t my boyfriend.”
A few heavy breaths follow while I pause and listen to what she has to say.
“His name is Nick.”
Nick.
Just the name makes me want to punch throats.
“Where does he live?” I growl.
“I don’t know.”
I slap her ass, and it awakens a side of her I could only ever dream of, as the moan that slips out of her throat is nothing short of animalistic.
Amazing.
My tongue circles around her mound, ready to dive in again, when she finally answers.
“I don’t know! I swear!” she says. “He works for Easton Van Buren.”
That guy runs those restaurants our parents used to dine at together frequently. Interesting. Is that who hid her from us?
The mere thought has me clenching my fists.
“You got what you wanted … now put me down,” Jill says, breaking my train of thought.
I forget all about my rage the second I look at the naked body hanging before me, her supple flesh begging me to lick and kiss every inch.
“I don’t think so,” I respond, and I cover her clit with my mouth again.
She gasps. “But you said—”
I look up into her dumbstruck eyes. “What I want is you and only you.” I smile against her wetness. “And I never said when it would end. Only that it would.”