Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
“You’re late,” I said into the silence. Samuel came into the dark room but left the lights in the hallway on. He unbuttoned his shirt and discarded it on the floor. Then he stalked toward the bed. I wondered if he wanted to continue our argument. His pissed expression suggested it, but instead, he bent over me, cupped the back of my head, and slammed his mouth down on mine. I gasped against his lips, and his tongue slipped in. As expected, he tasted like the expensive whiskies lining the shelves in his office. The taste was pleasant, a little smoky and sweet, but I still hated that he’d drunk to prove a point. His tongue teased mine, and soon sparks seemed to fill my body, and heat gathered between my legs.
He dragged his lips away and tugged down my nightgown before he sucked my breast into his mouth. I gasped at the unexpected sensation. His motions were less inhibited, almost wild, as he licked and sucked at my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple several times.
“Samuel,” I got out in a shaky whisper. “Are you—”
“I don’t want to talk,” he rasped. “I want to eat you and then fuck you.”
Maybe I should have stopped him. Solving our problems with sex seemed like a recipe for disaster, but I yearned for him.
He slid down my body, shoved my panties down and my legs apart, and then he sucked my clit hard. I cried out, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. He released my clit after another slightly softer tug and pushed his tongue into me. I gasped as he slammed his tongue into me hard and fast and spread me even wider open for better access. His stubble lightly scratched my ass cheeks and inner thighs, and the friction turned me on even more. He’d never been this dominant and demanding before. I squirmed helplessly on the bed, my fingers digging into the sheets, my shock-widened eyes peering up at the shadowy ceiling as Samuel teased my opening relentlessly with his tongue. There was something animalistic about his unrestrained, barely controlled touch. I risked a glance down but could only see his blond head and hear him. He didn’t let up his penetration. I rocked my hips desperately, wanting to be touched where I throbbed fiercely. Samuel pulled back, and I whimpered. “Hold still,” he ordered in a low growl.
I bit my lip, my nails scratching over the linen, waiting for Samuel to continue, but he waited almost a minute as if he wanted to see if I would obey him and really lie still. His fingers spread me open, and I shuddered at his touch. Then he pushed his tongue into me so very slowly, still not touching my clit. He slid back out unhurriedly. I was incredibly aroused, almost delirious with the need to come. Samuel circled my opening with his tongue, and I moaned. “Samuel, I need—”
“No,” he clipped, then fucked me slowly with his tongue again. I squeezed my eyes shut, panting.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take of Samuel’s teasing. Maybe it was even a sort of punishment. Samuel’s tongue brushed up and down, sometimes so lightly the touch seemed almost nonexistent, sometimes demanding and hard, but it never grazed my clit where I needed his touch the most. Soon, he turned his attention back to my opening. His tongue began to circle me, teasing me again. Even though he never touched my clit, I could soon feel an insistent pounding in my sensitive nub. Maybe I would come without being touched there.
He pulled away, and I whined in protest. He chuckled low in his throat. “I love how wet you are. I can taste how much this turns you on. You are dripping on my tongue.”
Embarrassment washed over me, and I felt myself blush fiercely. Luckily, Samuel couldn’t see it, but he probably knew. I’d never been this wet, not even close, but Samuel’s touch lit my body on fire.
“You’re going to come now,” he growled.
He slammed two fingers into me and sucked my clit, and I shattered under the force of the pleasure.
I could feel my flesh pulsating against his mouth as I shoved my head into the pillow, my fingers raking over the sheets. Samuel groaned against me.
I was still reeling from my orgasm when Samuel pushed to his feet and rolled me over on my belly. I heard him open his belt, and the rustling of his clothes told me he was getting naked. My core clenched in anticipation even though I wasn’t sure how much more my body could take at this point. His weight pressed down on me, his hot breath against my shoulder as he kissed me there, then my throat. I panted against the pillow, unable to move. He rubbed his tip along my opening until I was panting for more. Holding my hips, he pushed into me.