Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
In fact, if I had met her in Paris, I would have had her pressed against my sheets before she could even finish her glass of wine.
Well. . .I have her now, and I’ll make up for lost time.
My cock was aching, throbbing in my slacks like a beast caged too long, desperate to break free.
My self-control—the careful restraint I prided myself on—had been unraveling by the second, and now, with her in my arms, her scent thick in my lungs, the taste of her still on my tongue—I was losing it.
The way she touched my cock while I was kissing her—I nearly lost my fucking mind.
If it had been any other night, if I weren’t trying to pace myself, I would have had her bent over the seat, pulled her panties to the side, and buried my cock deep inside her pussy, fucking her until she forgot how to say her own name.
And the way she moaned when I kissed her?
Like she was already picturing it.
A dark groan left me.
She turned to me, looking all innocent like she didn’t know what was going on in my mind.
I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair.
My jaw went tight with restraint.
I had tried—fuck, I had tried—to be a gentleman, to take my time, to give her the slow seduction she deserved.
But now?
Now that my cock was aching, throbbing against my slacks with every needy pulse of her body against mine?
Now, I couldn’t help it.
I brushed my lips against her ear. "Désolé, ma belle, mais je ne peux plus me retenir."
She licked her lips. “What did you say?”
“Sorry, my beautiful, but I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Maybe, I don’t want you to hold back.”
My hand tightened on her thigh, sliding higher. “I was trying to be good for you. But now that I’m this fucking hard, I don’t think the words coming out of my mouth will be particularly gentlemanly.”
I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze—searching for hesitation, for doubt—only to find fire.
She smirked. “Bring it on.”
I breathed her in. “First, I should give you some form of a disclaimer.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes.”
“And what is the disclaimer?”
“I want to fuck you senseless. I want to wreck you.”
She blinked.
“And unfortunately. . .my cock doesn’t know what compromise means.”
“Mmmm.”
“There will be no half-measures once I’m deep inside your pussy.”
She shivered against me. “Fuck.”
I groaned, watching the way she clenched her thighs, her body already reacting to my words.
The city lights flickered through the car, painting golden patterns over her dark brown skin, illuminating every dip, every curve.
She was a masterpiece in motion—glowing, breathless, soon to be mine.
I dragged the backs of my fingers down her arm, watching the way goosebumps rose in my wake. “Do you like it when a man takes his time with you?”
“That depends.”
I raised a brow. “On what?”
She licked her lips. “On whether or not he knows what he’s doing.”
A growl of challenge rumbled deep in my chest.
“Oh, I know what I’m doing, chérie.” I leaned closer, my breath hot against her ear. “I know how to take my time. How to spread you open, how to taste you until you lose your mind.”
A soft gasp slipped from her lips, and my cock jerked painfully against my zipper.
“You like that, don’t you?” I murmured, dragging my fingers along the curve of her hip, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. “You like knowing that I’m going to devour you. That I’m going to lick you so slow, so deep, you’ll be trembling before I even fuck you.”
Her head tipped back against the seat, her big, beautiful breasts rose and fell with her shallow breaths. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“I like that.”
A wicked grin spread across my face. “Do you like your pussy licked?”
She moaned.
I didn’t mean to, but my voice shifted to a deep, possessive rumble. “Answer me.”
She swallowed hard. “Yes.”
I traced my knuckles over her jaw, tilting her chin toward me so I could watch the way her lips parted, the way her lashes fluttered. “I can’t wait to lick your pussy.”
A whimper escaped her throat, and my cock throbbed violently.
“Because I plan to make you purr, chérie. Just the way you deserve.”
She exhaled a shuddering breath.
Fuck.
I was losing it.
My body blazed with lust. “Are you sensitive to touch?”
“Yes.”
“Good. That means you’ll cum easy for me. Therefore, I plan to make you cum a lot tonight.”
She widened her eyes.
I growled, grabbing her wrist, bringing it over to me, and pressing her fingers against my cock. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
“God yes.”
I groaned, grinding against her palm, desperate for any relief.
She moaned, and curled her fingers around my length through my slacks. “So fucking big.”
I chuckled darkly. “Mmm. And you’re going to take every inch, aren’t you, chérie?”
That bottom lip quivered. “Yes.”
I exhaled sharply, barely holding myself together. “Tonight. . .I’m going to make you cum on my tongue first. Next will be my cock. Then, after that. . .we’ll get creative.”