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)
And when I sucked on those folds, the sound was deliciously obscene.
A wet, filthy noise that sent a violent tremor through her body.
“Oh—Fabien—fuck!” Her voice was high and uncontrolled.
She was dripping even more now.
Her slickness coated my lips, my chin, my fingers that gripped her thighs, keeping her open, keeping her at my mercy.
And I had no doubt that I was making her pussy messy.
Uninhibited.
Utterly wrecked.
And I wasn’t fucking done.
I moved my mouth to her clit, my fingers spreading her wider, exposing every inch of her to me.
I sucked hard.
Her body jerked violently. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh my God!”
Her thighs snapped close around my head.
My tongue lashed over her swollen clit.
Licking.
Sucking.
Flicking.
Torturing her.
Savoring too.
Long, slow, wet drags.
Her body convulsed just how I intended.
She was teetering on the edge.
Dangling over oblivion.
Sucking on her clit, I slipped two fingers inside her pussy, curling them just right, pressing against the spot that would end her.
“Oh!” Her back bowed off the seat, her mouth falling open, a silent scream hanging in the air.
“Cum for me.” I growled against her pussy.
And then. . .she shattered.
Her moan—long, broken, filthy—filled the air, bouncing off the glass of the car, echoing in the tight, charged space.
The driver surely heard.
In fact, there was no way he had not spilled pre-cum into his pants. Any normal man with a reasonable libido would have gone crazy to that.
Rae moaned even louder as I sucked that clit and finger-fucked her through that orgasm.
She was gone.
Falling.
Spiraling.
Crumbling beneath me.
And I loved every bit of it.
I guided her through the orgasm, my tongue working her through every single pulse, my fingers moving so fast they got sore, but I would not stop until she went limp.
Moments later, she did.
Panting, she stilled, completely destroyed in the best way possible.
My sweet American girl.
I licked my lips, tasting the proof of her surrender.
This is your future.
Then, with a satisfied smirk, I dragged my fingers through her wetness one last time, bringing them to my mouth, sucking them clean.
Perfection.
Her chest was still heaving, her lashes fluttering, her body completely undone.
I tenderly put her soaked panties back over her pussy and gently pulled the gown down.
Then, I got up and back into my seat.
A quick glance at the driver and I knew that he’d heard her.
Sweat dripped down the side of his face and his eyes were wide open like he was damn near close to exploding.
I could see it in the mirror, the way his hands flexed on the steering wheel and the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed very fucking hard.
Good.
Let him suffer.
Let him sit there—hard and frustrated—after the way I made her scream.
It’s too late for you, my friend. You should have tried to grab her for yourself.
Had I been her driver and she walked up to me in that sexy bright pink dress, hugging every lush curve. . .I would have never driven her to the restaurant like she wanted.
I would have taken her somewhere else, somewhere secluded and private where I could take my time exploring her body.
Silly American men.
But alas, he and others had missed their opportunity and now she was mine.
All mine. Whether she understands this fact or not.
Satisfied, I leaned back in the seat, adjusting my trousers to accommodate my pulsing hard cock who wanted to join the fun.
My fingers traced over my lips, still wet from her. "You taste divine."
She was still panting and at a loss of words. Her curly hair was wild around her face. Those cheeks were flushed from pleasure, and her beautiful eyes were still hazed with the aftermath of her orgasm.
Aww. She had no idea who she met.
I stifled my chuckle.
I wonder if she knows now.
Chapter twelve
Mine to Adore
Fabien
Minutes later, the car pulled to a smooth stop in front of the hotel’s entrance.
My pulse was still pounding from the taste of Rae, from the way she had come apart in my hands, beneath my tongue, in my control.
Finally, we’re here.
For the hundredth time during this ride, I adjusted my slacks, trying to ease my throbbing cock.
As soon as get her alone, I’m burying myself in that wet pussy.
I glanced at Rae.
She was a vision. Her dark brown skin still flushed from pleasure, her breath just beginning to steady, her lips parted in that way that made me want to lick her pussy all over again.
Later.
The driver exited, walked around, and opened the door.
Crisp night air rushed in, cooling the lingering heat between us.
I stepped out first and slipped a folded thousand-dollar bill into the driver’s palm before he could speak.
I even caught the way he tried to place his suit jacket in front of his erection.
Shocked, he looked down at the money, then back to me, and cleared his throat. “Thank you, sir.”
“No problem.”
Still, the driver’s fingers twitched as if unsure whether to hold it or hand it back.