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)
I growled, thrusting my fingers in and out of her pussy, curling them just right a tiny bit, rubbing against that perfect spot that made her whimper like a woman being thoroughly ruined.
I loved watching her writhe and go crazy. “Did he ever take his time with your pussy like this?”
She arched into me. “No.”
Slowly, I removed my fingers, lifted them to my mouth, and then sucked her taste from my fingers as I locked eyes with her. “Then let me show you how you were supposed to be treated.”
Her breath was uneven as she quirked her brows.
We had traffic outside and more than enough time to get to my hotel, and even more. . .I could not let only my fingers have all the fun.
Enough with trying to be a gentleman.
Too eager for my own good, I moved, sliding off the seat and sinking down to my knees in front of her.
She muttered, “Oh shit.”
Oh shit is right. I’m going to eat that pussy right here.
I would be damned if I let New York’s pesky traffic delay the pleasure that I wanted to give her.
The city could wait, and the world could watch.
Also, I didn’t care at all if the driver heard her moans either.
If anything, I wanted him to.
Let the driver hear my sweet Rae lose control. Let him hear every desperate, breathless shuddering sound she made as I buried my mouth between her thighs.
Let him know that right now, in the back seat of his car, I was giving her a pleasure so raw, so visceral, so utterly consuming that it would ruin her for any man who came after me.
Not that I would ever fucking allow another man to have her now.
From the moment she walked into Alchemy, I knew I would make Rae mine. I’d just been waiting for whatever loser to walk in for me to replace.
Thank God none ever did or it would have been a tough Valentine’s night for him.
And her ex-husband?
That miserable fucking excuse of a man who had never known what to do with her?
I wished he could hear the sounds I was about to make her moan.
I wished he could sit right there, eyes forced open, and watch me worship her the way she deserved.
Let him see what it looked like when a woman was truly cherished.
Truly devoured.
Truly satisfied.
Because he had failed her.
He had let her slip through his fingers.
And now, I would make sure she never doubted herself again.
On my knees and in front of her, I traced my hands up the those thick, gorgeous curves of her thighs, spreading them wide, owning them, feeling the soft, luscious give of her flesh beneath my palms.
And she just stared down at me like I was insane.
Aww. She’s never had a French man before.
I smirked.
She’ll see.
I leaned forward and pressed a slow, sensual kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other, inhaling her scent, letting the lustful anticipation build, loving how her hips shifted, how her body moved toward my mouth.
She was aching for it.
And I would take my time, breaking her down and rebuilding her, one orgasm at a time.
I spread those thighs wide open and her dress rose up further.
Fuck yes.
Leaning toward her until my mouth was so close to her pussy, I exhaled against her folds, sending my warm breath to tease that wet tender flesh.
She whimpered. “Oh.”
And then—I tasted her.
MMMM!!!
My cock spilled pre-cum from the taste alone, and she moaned so loud.
Her cry was music to my ears.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, groaning as her thighs trembled around my head and she gave in.
I licked her, slow and deep, claiming that pussy.
Her moan—fuck. It was sinful, a melody of pleasure that echoed in the small space of the car.
I groaned, pressing my tongue against her clit, feeling the way her body shuddered at the contact.
"Fabien—" she gasped, her hands flying to my hair, clutching, holding on.
I smirked against her pussy, flicking my tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves, making her squirm.
God, you are truly sensitive. Delicious.
I let my tongue dip lower, tasting the slick heat of her folds, drinking her in.
Her scent—thick and intoxicating—filled the air, wrapping around me like the finest aphrodisiac.
I thought I had tasted heaven before—but I’d been wrong because this was it.
I let my breath drag over her slick, swollen folds, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. Her hips shifted, a helpless little roll toward my mouth, a plea without words.
I flicked my tongue out, dragging it slowly along her center, feeling the way she quivered.
And then I got more daring—I sucked on each perfect, glistening fold.
One. By. One.
My lips sealed around them, suckling gently, then harder, until she was gasping.
I took my time, worshipping her pussy with my mouth, pulling her into my lips, letting her feel the heat, the devotion, the hunger.