Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
I stroke slowly, running my fingers over him. He strains against his pants and I want even more than just before.
“Undo the button,” he orders into my ear. “Undo the button and touch me properly.”
I don’t hesitate.
I ease my hand behind us and inside his clothing. My thumb finds him first, the tip of his cock wet with pre-cum. I rub it over him slowly before reaching for more.
My awkward position makes it hard to wrap my hand around him fully, so I simply run my fingers up and down his shaft.
He curses into my neck and drops one of his hands to the apex of my thighs. “Let me show you mine.”
He sneaks his hand beneath my dress and nudges my legs open. I ease them open enough for him to touch me, and he does, running his fingers over my lace briefs.
“Shit. You’re so wet.”
One finger slips beneath my panties and I gasp at the ease he pushes it into me with. I swallow hard as he adds a second and fucks me slowly with his hand.
“Feel how tight you are? Shit. If you feel this good around my fingers, I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when it’s my cock inside you.”
Fuck. I clench around his fingers.
Never have I been so exposed, so out in the open for anyone to discover.
“Do you think you can come from my fingers?” His voice cuts through the music and sends tremors through me. “Do you think you’ll come hard enough you’ll scream?”
Dirty talk has never sounded as good as it does with a British accent.
“Well?” he pushes, holding his fingers inside me and curving the tips of them.
My whole pussy throbs and I grip his cock. “Find out,” I challenge, holding my moan in my throat.
He laughs. It’s a low sound, one that washes over me and does crazy stupid things to my body.
Then he’s pulling my hand from his pants and setting it over his. “Feel how easily I’m about to make you come.”
With my hand over his, he drives his fingers into me quickly. Using only his wrist to control his movements, he teases my pussy and pushes me closer to the edge.
His movements are short and sharp, hard and heavy, and I drop my head back against his shoulder. I grip his hair tighter and in turn, he fists mine and turns my face to the side.
He kisses me as firmly as his fingers fuck me and in a swath of heat, I cry into his mouth. The orgasm hits and he catches me before my knees buckle.
“That easily.” He withdraws his fingers from me and spins me, still holding me against him as I come down from my high.
He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them. His eyes are on mine the whole time, and I stare, still trying to work out what color they are.
Hazel, maybe?
“Convinced?”
I lean up and seal my mouth over his. The taste of me lingers on his lips, and I purposely lick it off. “Convinced you need to buy me a drink.”
He laughs again and buttons his pants. “You got it.”
We leave the dance floor with his arm securely around my waist. And I’m reeling—my mind is spinning out of control.
I’ve known him ten minutes and he’s already made me come.
More than that, I sense he’s a risk. He’s a fuck you and leave you kind of guy. You don’t get to know him, not even his name. All you’ll know by the time the sun rises is how well he can fuck you.
Fuck you and leave you guys are the kind I should stick with. No obligations or expectations of tomorrow. They’re my favorite. All they want to know is where my condoms are and that’s cool with me.
But this fuck you and leave you guy is different. He’s more confident than I thought, to the point of whispering dirty things into a stranger’s ear. He’s an enigma, a puzzle to be solved, a mystery to unravel.
There’s more to him than meets the eye. Seconds after meeting and he took charge. Demanding I put my hand inside his pants and touch him. Recklessly sliding his own beneath my dress and toying with me until I come over his fingers.
For certain, he’s dangerous. And this is good and bad for me.
Danger is my best friend and my enemy.
This man, this dirty British boy, whoever he may be, is a temptation. One I plan to fully indulge in.
Once I’ve pushed it a little further.
I take the glass of wine from his hand. Our fingers brush and I meet his eyes. He nods over to a corner and I follow him, keeping on his heels as we weave through the tables and booths.
The table is empty but he pulls me onto his lap. I straddle him, his arm around my waist keeping me steady on top of him.