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)
I suck in a gasp, my tits pushing up with the movement, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
Zephyr gapes at his father, lifting his head from between my hungry thighs and leaving me more desperate than ever before. “Fucking hell, Dad. Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” he says with a wicked smirk that has the filthiest desire pooling deep inside me.
Caesar’s gaze roams over my body before shifting to his son, and when he pushes off the counter and strides toward us, that deep desire grows with a fierce desperation to the point I’m left shaking.
Caesar moves in right beside me, his gaze so heavy on my body, and when he meets my hungry stare, I’m pushed even closer to the edge, so much closer than Zephyr could ever dream of getting me.
“How’re you doing, hellcat?” he rumbles.
Fuck me dead.
A squeak tears from somewhere deep in my chest, and all I can do is bite down on my bottom lip as Zeph simply stares between us. “What the fuck is going on here?”
Caesar just grins and looks to his son. “If you’re going to do something,” he says, lifting his hand and brushing it right down my torso, sending a wave of goosebumps across my skin before suddenly thrusting his fingers deep inside my needy core, immediately reaching my G-spot and rolling his fingers over it time and time again. “Then do it right.”
“HOLY FUCK!” I cry out, my eyes widening as my body responds to his touch, violently quivering. My body spasms against the table like it’s a goddamn exorcism, and I pant, unable to catch my breath. And when he does it again, my body begins to tremble.
I grip the edge of the table, my knuckles turning a ghostly white, and when he pulls his fingers out of me, I’m left gasping like I’d just endured a treacherous marathon.
Caesar lifts his fingers to his lips, shamelessly sucking them dry as Zeph just stares at his father in shock. “Uhhh . . . What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demands, his gaze shooting to mine as if to silently ask if this is okay with me, but shit, he won’t find any argument here, and judging by the way I’m struggling to recover, it’s more than clear that Caesar certainly has a few lessons he could teach his son.
“Mmm, fucking delicious, hellcat,” he says, his soft gaze returning to mine. “Just as I knew you would be.”
Holy fucking shit. This man is going to kill me in the best way. The way my body responds to him is insane, but when he calls me hellcat. Holy hell. It’s like a phenomenon I’ve never experienced before. Every inch of me buzzes from the inside out, my chest swelling with excitement, as the strangest little butterflies torment my stomach.
I need it more than I need my next breath.
“The fuck?” Zeph demands, as my body starts to go into withdrawal, needing to be fucked within an inch of my life.
Caesar glances back at his son, and he almost looks annoyed to have to look away from me, and I can’t help but notice the slightest hint of jealousy that gets lost in the dark abyss of his stare. “Like I said, Zephyr,” Caesar says, his tone shifting with a profound seriousness. “If I’m going to listen to this woman coming on my table all damn night, then you better make it worth it. I don’t want to hear anymore of these lackluster little pants. She deserves to fucking scream. Do the Di Rozé name justice.”
And with that, Caesar turns on his heel and walks away, leaving me gasping for air.
I sit up, my chest heaving as Zeph just stares at me, unable to figure out where to go from here, and I grab the back of his head, the raw desperation threatening to pull me under. “Whatever the fuck he just did,” I say, the raw, unfiltered need thick in my tone. “Do it.”
I pull him back into me, locking my fingers into his hair, and as he finally decides to shrug off his father’s delicious interruption, he closes his mouth over my clit, his tongue flicking over me with a newfound determination. Then just like Caesar had, Zephyr thrusts his fingers deep inside of me, curling them just right and sending me spiraling once again.
I fall back against the table, my hips immediately jolting as I’m forced to grip the edges of the table just to keep myself still. “HOLY FUCK, ZEPH! YES!”
My world is shattered as he works me, the mix of his tongue and his fingers sending me up into the fucking stratosphere. His fingers split inside of me, massaging my walls as they torment my G-spot, giving me everything I’ve ever needed, and within seconds, my whole body is violently shaking on the table.