Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Her body quickly relaxes, and when she pushes her ass back against my cock, I grind against her, my fingers tightening on her waist. “I would never,” she says on a whispered breath, her hand coming down over mine on her waist.
“Don’t lie to me, Tilly,” I growl, guiding both our hands to the front of her hip before sailing lower. I keep going until my hand cups her pussy over her thong, and I grind the heel of my palm against her clit. “I know how you sound when you come. The way you catch your breath, the way you cry out. I pay attention. You can’t hide from me. The last two times you let my son rail this sweet little cunt, you faked it. Why?”
She swallows hard, and I watch the slight bob of her throat. “Do you always get this grouchy when a woman lies to you?” she asks, her hips rocking to create friction between my palm and her clit as she reaches behind her and palms my cock through my pants. “Or is it just faked orgasms that gets you particularly worked up?”
Even through my pants, her hands are like magic on my body and I press into her harder, already feeling her wetness begin to seep through her thong. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Or what?” she pushes. “You’ll bend me over this counter and fuck me raw? Spank me until my ass is brighter than a cherry-red Ferrari?”
“I’m going to fuck you either way, Tilly. Don’t pretend that’s not exactly why you came down here, but I’m not going to give what you’re so fucking wet for until you give me what I want.” My other hand circles her waist before trailing up through her breasts and curling around the base of her slim throat. “Now. Don’t keep me waiting. Why did you fake your orgasms?”
Tilly turns to liquid under my hold, her body so perfectly relaxing into mine as my fingers dance around her throat. “I don’t usually,” she admits. “Only when I care enough not to hurt their feelings.”
“How do you mean?”
“I didn’t want him to know he wasn’t getting the job done, because the truth is, Zeph’s amazing. He could fuck any woman into submission, and if I wasn’t so preoccupied thinking about just how nasty I could be getting with someone else, he would have more than taken me there.”
“You care about him?” I ask, grinding my heavy cock against her hand, more curious about this creature than ever before. “Enough to not cross this line?”
Tilly shakes her head as though almost ashamed to be admitting it. “I only met him today. He’s an amazing guy, and a lot of fun, but I don’t owe him exclusivity.”
Excitement sweeps deep in my gut, and I pull aside the material of her thong before sliding two fingers inside her sweet cunt. Tilly gasps before melting against my chest, her body already weakening. “That’s right,” I murmur. “You like that?”
“Oh God. Yes,” she breathes, her hand clutching my wrists as my fingers work her body.
“Are you dating my son, hellcat?”
She shakes her head again, tipping it back against my shoulder. “No.”
Excellent.
Sure, Zephyr will have a few things to say about this when he finds out, assuming he ever does, but I’m not the kind of man who begs another to have a taste of his girl. If she’s willing to come, I’m willing to take. Besides, I prefer to ask forgiveness than permission.
I pick up the pace of my fingers, feeling how on edge she already is. This sweet little devil has been wanting this since Saturday night.
“Look how wet you are for me,” I say, rolling my fingers against her walls and approving of just how well she squeezes in return. “You’ve been starving for me, haven’t you?”
“Like you’ll never know,” Tilly pants.
“Have you fucked yourself, hellcat? Worked your cunt until you were spent while imagining just how thoroughly I’d fuck you?”
“Yes,” she groans, grinding against my fingers.
“Tell me how.”
“How I fucked myself?”
Releasing my hold on her throat, I pull my hips back just an inch before quickly working the button of my pants. Tilly doesn’t hesitate, plunging her petite hand inside and freeing my raging erection. She grips me tight, her fist not even able to close fully around me, but she doesn’t back down from the challenge.
“I’ve never been so wet,” she tells me as she pumps her fist up and down, her thumb roaming over my tip and making me shudder beneath her touch. “When I picture the way you would have fucked me at Vixen, the desperation is too much. I took the biggest dildo I had and rode it until the sun was shining through my window.” She takes a breath, already panting. “I worked my vibrators until their batteries were dead, but there was no relief. No matter how many times I’ve made myself come, it’s never enough.”