Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
There’s an animal inside me that wants to rip this thing, but I take it slow, wanting to savor this moment—the first time I’m tasting her pussy.
With infinite patience I didn’t know I had, I unbutton those pesky little things keeping me from her tight hole. When the skirt finally opens, I swipe the fabric on the sides, leaving her in a thin lacy number.
“Baron Bishop, down on his knees before me.” Heather chuckles, with heat in her gaze. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
Slipping my fingers under her waistband, I tug her panties down and toss them behind me. “It doesn’t make me less of a man if I kneel before my woman.”
I drag my tongue along her slit and flatten it on her clit. Heather grips the armrests, and she lets out a gasp so loud, I feel a bead of precum coming out.
Holy shit. I knew she’d taste sweet, but like everything else, all my fantasies pale in comparison to the real thing.
I forget we’re in her office and she’s working and I’m supposed to be back at work in thirty minutes. All those thoughts disappear into thin air because my senses go on overdrive as I alternate between licking her and pushing my tongue into her pussy, worshiping her in the only way I know how.
Heather drapes her legs over my shoulders and tightens them around my neck. Fuck. Who needs to breathe again when I can drown in her juices? I don’t need to come up for air because this is the best way to die.
“Oh, fuck. Baron, deeper. I need it deeper.”
Words I never thought Heather would ever say to me.
So I oblige, drawing my tongue in and out of her while my finger teases her sensitive button. The combination shatters her in seconds, and I don’t stop even as her body trembles.
“My turn.”
I wasn’t sure what she was saying at first, but she pulls me up to stand and sits back down. I don’t understand what she wants, but with a naughty glint in her eyes, she unbuckles my pants and lets them drop and pool around my ankles.
Her small hands take out my cock out of my boxers, letting it jut against my lower belly. Fire lights up my nerves as she wraps her fingers around my thick girth and licks the head as though she’s licking ice cream.
And that’s exactly what she does—lick me like her favorite flavor.
She can’t take all of me in her mouth, so she makes up for it by pumping me with her hands. It drives me crazy, and I look for something to hold on to, my knees threatening to give way.
There’s nothing, so I fold my arms behind my head and throw my head back, my neck flexing with each hard swallow.
The sound of her slurping and sucking makes me hit release. I want to pull out, but she doesn’t let go, instead milking me dry and swallowing every single drop.
When she’s content, she smiles up at me—a drop of come on the side of her mouth, her lipstick smeared all over her chin, her mascara running, her hair sticking to her forehead.
I have never seen a more beautiful sight.
I drop to my knees again and kiss her long and hard. “I love you since forever, Heather.”
“I love you since forever, Baron.”
EPILOGUE
HEATHER
Iused to think being a pushover kept the peace between me and Corinne … until I realized there would never be any as long as she did everything in her power to provoke and hurt me.
I don’t know what happened, but I don’t recall us ever being close. It’s something that everyone expects because we’re not just siblings, we’re twins. We shared Mom’s womb for nine months. She would’ve been my instant best friend if she didn’t think only about herself.
It’s been years since Mimi’s party, and Corinne and I haven’t talked. It’s fine. It doesn’t bother me since my conscience is clear. I sleep peacefully at night knowing I’m not intentionally causing pain to anyone. I can’t say the same for her.
Besides, it’s no surprise she and Alex broke up after that night.
I see her on the news—the popular socialite who likes to party—but I don’t keep track of her. For one, I’m too happy to care about people who only feel resentment toward me. Two, Baron makes sure my every waking thought is of him and him alone.
Funny how he went from bully to fake boyfriend to actual husband. Some days, I still can’t believe it, but then he goes and proves to me everything’s real. We still get into arguments from time to time, but it almost always ends with us tearing each other’s clothes off.
What can I say? We’re both insatiable.
It’s Mimi’s 85th birthday, and the theme is Old Hollywood.