Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Knox…”
“What is it, baby?” The words come out gravelly. “Tell me what you need.”
“For you to make me come.”
“You don’t want me to keep playing with you?” I give her another long lick. “Driving you crazy?”
“No, I can’t take any more.”
My grip tightens, just enough to pull a reaction from her. “Good,” I murmur. “I like when you tell me exactly what you want.” I lean in closer, voice dropping another notch. “Say it again.”
“Please, Knox…” Her voice trembles. “I-I want you to make me come.”
I dip my tongue in her pussy before nibbling at her clit, knowing it’ll shove her right over the precipice. As tempting as it is to draw out her pleasure and continue teasing her, I can’t do it. I want to watch her come undone and hear my name on her lips, knowing I’m the only one capable of making her body sing like this.
Me.
And no one else.
Her muscles tighten beneath my hands as she arches, shattering with a hoarse cry. I continue licking her until the last spasm racks her body and she turns lax. Only then do I press a kiss against her clit before straightening to stare down at her.
There’s a blissed-out look on her face that makes me swell with pride. That’s exactly the way a woman should look after having a man’s mouth and hands on her body.
I lean in, brushing my lips over the softness of her belly. She blinks, her expression still dazed.
“If I didn’t say it before…” I murmur. “You look amazing.”
A smile curves her lips as she pushes herself upright and slides off the piano. The movement has the jersey falling back down around her. It looks just as good on her now as it did when she first pulled it on. Maybe better, because now it’s wrinkled and a little crooked from being shoved up her body.
It’s a surprise when she slides to her knees in front of me. “You don’t—”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she says, flicking open the button of my pants and lowering the zipper. “And now I need to know.”
My throat dries. “Know what?”
A wicked glint flashes in her eyes. “What you taste like.”
I groan, my head falling back. “Jesus, Chey.”
Her gaze stays fastened to mine as she stares up at me from her knees. I’ve imagined this a thousand times, but nothing compares to the actual sight. Even the idea of her taking me inside her mouth is nearly enough to make me come all over myself.
There’s no way I’ll last more than a minute or two.
Three, tops.
“You’re sure?”
Her mouth curves as she eases my jeans down enough to free my erection. “You just spent all that time making me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.” Her gaze stays pinned to mine. “Let me do the same for you.”
Her fingers tighten as she strokes me, and it becomes necessary to brace a hand on the piano just to stay upright.
Unable to help myself, I reach down, caressing her cheek with my fingers. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Pretty sure I can guess,” she says with a smirk before leaning in and dragging her tongue over the head of my cock.
A groan slips free as she circles the crown. By the time she licks from root to tip and back again, my teeth are gritted and my pulse is roaring in my ears. Already, I’m dancing on the edge. My body jerks from the rush of heat that surrounds me when she finally takes me into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss between clenched teeth.
It’s ridiculous how turned on I am by this woman. Cheyenne might be the one on her knees, but when it comes to her, I’m the one who’s been brought to mine.
When she takes me down her throat until I’m nudging the back of it, my eyes nearly cross. Nothing has ever felt this amazing.
My hands slide into her hair, needing something to keep me tethered to the earth as she falls into a steady rhythm, working me with a maddening slowness. The way she slides up and down my hard length is pure nirvana.
“You keep that up, baby, and I’m going to come.”
Her mouth turns voracious as she maintains eye contact the entire time.
Less than thirty seconds later, I lose total control. As much as I want to close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her milking every last drop of cum from my body, I can’t bring myself to do it. I need to keep my gaze locked on her, watching every emotion as it crosses her expression.
My release seems to go on forever. It’s the best damn thing I’ve ever felt, and somehow, with Chey, I knew it would be.
As soon as I soften, she releases me. I tuck myself back into my boxers before reaching down to pull her into my arms. My hands rise to cup her face, one thumb brushing her cheek.