Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“I love you, too.” Words I said on accident before. Ones I’m saying intentionally now.
Devan leans back, stilling his hand as the waitress approaches. She gives us a bright smile, obviously having no idea what my new brunch companion is doing between my thighs. “Welcome. Would you like the menu?”
“Actually—”
“Do you have biscuits and gravy?” Devan cuts me off. When the waitress nods, he gives her a small smile. “I’d like an order of that with coffee, please.”
“Coming right up.”
I barely wait for her to leave before I glare at him. “I want to go up to the room.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve wanted access to this pretty pussy for the last two weeks. A little suffering never hurt anyone.”
I drag in a breath that almost—almost—comes out as a moan. “I was miserable, too, you know. You weren’t suffering alone.”
“I know that now.” He shifts his hand up a little to rub my clit. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to keep my hand right here until I’m finished eating, and then we’re going to go upstairs and I’ll have second breakfast.”
My laugh comes out a little too high. “You would be a Lord of the Rings fan.”
“Come on, Hazel. You know you are, too.” He leans down until his lips brush the shell of my ear. “Just like we both know you’re more of a Gimli girl than one who drops her panties for pretty elves.”
I can hardly think with him stroking my clit. “You’re prettier than Gimli.”
“Taller, too.” He works three fingers into me. “Now be a good girl and stop squirming. I see my food coming and I don’t want to be distracted.”
“You don’t want to be distracted?”
“Exactly.”
The next twenty minutes are pure delicious agony. I drink another mimosa as Devan alternates pulsing his fingers inside me and idly stroking my clit. By the time he takes care of the bill, I’m shaking so hard, I’m not sure I can stand. I’m not about to let that stop me, though.
I all but drag Devan to the elevators. He barely waits for the doors to slide shut and me to press the button for my floor before he picks me up and pins me to the wall, kissing me, deep and harsh. His cock is a hard length between my thighs, a promise of things to come. I don’t want to wait. I’m about to say as much when the doors ding open again on my floor.
He doesn’t put me down. He simply carries me out and pauses our kiss long enough to say. “Room number.” I rattle it off and then he’s carrying me down the hall to the room. I fumble the key, and he grabs the card out of my hand, unlocking the door and sending us tumbling inside. He barely pauses to kick it shut behind us when he all but tosses me onto the bed. “Show me.”
I yank up my dress and spread my thighs. He never fixed my panties, so they’re still bunched on the side, leaving my pussy on display. Devan curses. “Looks like someone is needy.”
“You have no idea.”
“I think I do.” He sinks to his knees at the edge of the mattress and yanks off my panties. I barely have time to brace before he’s diving down, kissing my pussy in a borderline frenzy. He’s kept me on the edge too long. I want to hold out, but the first time he sucks on my clit, my back bows and I orgasm so hard, my legs shake. “Devan!”
“I missed you.”
I give a choked laugh. “Are you talking to me or my pussy?”
“Both.” He leverages himself up and undoes the buttons of my dress to my waist, tugging the fabric aside to expose my bare breasts. He shakes his head slowly. “Trust you to wear something deceptively modest and actually be naked beneath it.”
“I like easy access.” I arch my back. “I missed you, too, you know. A lot.”
He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it behind him. His shorts and underwear quickly follow. Devan hooks me around the waist and drops to the bed, pulling me astride him. “Show me.”
I roll my hips, rubbing myself up and down his hard length. I’d half convinced myself that I imagined how big his cock was, but somehow it seems even bigger than I remember. “Did you delete the video of you fucking me in the bathroom?”
“I should have.” His gaze drops to my pussy. “If I was a good guy, I would have.”
I’m so very fucking glad he didn’t. I angle my hips to edge his cock to my entrance. He watches me fight his size to work myself down his length with a satisfied smirk. I love it. I also can’t help ribbing him just a little. “How many times did you jack yourself to that video?”