Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
No fucking bra.
I lick one nipple, keeping her hands pinned above her head. She grinds into me, whimpering and making these perfect fucking gasping moaning sounds. Her right breast is pierced, a simple little silver bar with round nubs on either end. I lick it, tasting metal and skin, and she reacts with a low, throaty groan.
My eyebrows raise, and I lick it again.
She grinds into me, mewling like a kitten. Her mouth hangs open, and she clearly likes that. I suck it harder, and she reacts by arching her back.
“Sensitive,” she whimpers.
“I can see that.” I smirk and tease her, my tongue rolling a slow circle. She’s panting as I do it.
“Piercing made it… feel a thousand times more…” She groans, eyes rolling back when I suck it. “Fuck, that’s so nice.”
I kiss her lips as I roughly pull her shorts down to her knees. I go back to kissing her tits as my fingers start to roam her pussy. She’s breathing fast, cursing and grinding into me, her pale skin creamy and fucking perfect. Her pubic hair is auburn too, curly and scratching under my palm, as my fingers slowly sink into her soaking wet pussy. Her pink lips are pretty under my hand, and her pink nipple tastes perfect as I suck it hard and fill her with my fingers.
“Oh my god,” she gasps, grinding against me. “This is so much better than doing the dishes.”
I smirk to myself and drive my fingers in deep. She groans, laughing at how good it feels, and I tongue her nipple again.
“You know what I really want to do today?” I murmur, stroking in and out with my fingers.
“What’s that? I’ll give you anything if you keep going.”
“Perfect, because what I want is for you to come all over my fingers so I can suck them clean and get a good taste of you.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh, wow,” she says.
“Or maybe I’ll make you suck them clean? Or maybe I’ll make you suck my fingers clean while I fuck you from behind?”
“Alexan,” she moans, eyes rolling back. “Nipple. Right fucking now.”
I grin and keep stroking her pussy, fingers sliding in and out at the same perfect tempo, and lock my mouth around her pierced breast.
All I have to do is suck once, and she’s all mine.
Her orgasm takes over her full body. It’s glorious the way her pale, freckled skin turns pink as she comes. I keep licking her nipple and stroking her pussy as she explodes, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful before in my life.
“Okay, okay, okay, shit,” she says, squirming back, grinning like a maniac. “Now it’s really, really sensitive.”
I pull my fingers out of her and lean back. She lies there breathing hard, tits puddled to either side.
I take her in. Her perfect lips open, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the blush in her cheeks, her knees pushed together, her lovely little mound, and her curly pubic hair. All of her, beautiful.
“That’s my good girl,” I say and lick my fingers. Her taste is salty and sharp, and it’s exactly what I wanted. “You taste good too.”
“Oh my god,” she says, grinning. “That was good. I mean, not what I expected today, but—” She wriggles a little as she pulls down her shirt. “Really good.”
“Don’t cover yourself,” I say, staring hard at her. Still cleaning off my fingers. “I want to think about this later.”
She blinks at me, smirking a little, and then quickly pulls her shorts up. “You got enough of a show already,” she says, pushing up to her feet.
My dick’s so hard it’s pulsing. “I don’t think I got nearly enough,” I say softly.
She pats my cheek. “Thank you for the orgasm.” Then she’s out of there, scampering away like I’m going to grab her and drag her down again.
“Fuck,” I say, sighing as I collapse back against the wall.
That fucking girl kills me.
Chapter 17
Alexan
The bar is dim and crowded. Most of the people here are Brotherhood-related, though there are some civilians over in the booths. I’m at a corner table, my back against the wall, and three men sit across from me.
“First, thanks to all three of you for showing up,” I say, raising my glass of whiskey. I have to speak loudly over the blaring techno music. This place is popular with a certain kind of young criminal. Photographs of graffiti cover the walls, and most of the tables are decorated with spray paint. Not normally my scene, but Tigran suggested it as a first meeting place.
“Did we have a choice?” Daron asks, grinning at me. He’s a year older, has short hair, is good looking in a muscular sort of way, and is always in black denim and black shirts.
“You always have a choice, although some choices are wrong.”