Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Naomi isn’t shy about sex, but the one thing she is shy about is the desire and lust she sparks in me. When I tell her how beautiful she is. That I could spend my life kissing and tasting every part of her is when that more timid part of her makes an appearance.
She keeps exploring with her hand, stroking me torturously slowly, her tongue swiping across the slit as more cum leaks free.
It’s taking all my self-control not to hang up on Arturo. But I know this is part of it for Naomi. She’s getting off on driving me mad with her mouth.
“What do you think?” Arturo asks. I open my mouth to respond, but I cut off before I can when Naomi suddenly engulfs my dick with her mouth. No more teasing; she is fully taking me in, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. “Boss?”
“Yes,” I grunt out.
“All right, I also wanted to—” His words jumble together in my mind.
My free hand grips the arm of the leather chair. Her eyes flick up toward mine, locking there. She slowly lifts, her mouth almost leaving the tip of my cock before she fully engulfs me again, her tongue as wicked as the rest of her.
“Fuck,” I groan, my mind going completely blank now.
“What?” The one word jerks me back.
“I’ll call you back.” I end the call, and Naomi lifts her head, my cock slipping free.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Her tongue swipes across her bottom lip. I lean down, my fingers gripping the tight bun she has her hair knotted into, and kiss her hard and deep, tasting myself on her. It makes me groan into her mouth.
I undo her hair, setting her curls free.
“Finish what you started,” I order her, making her eyes flare. “Now.”
The bedroom is the one place Naomi can be completely free. It’s only her and me. She gets to let go. It’s freeing for her, she told me.
When it comes to sex, I lead. It is a rare occasion that I don’t. The other day I woke with her sweet heat dropping down onto my cock. All right, I might have been awake when she started, but I played along. I watched my woman take what she needed. A need that only I could ever fill.
I gently fist her curls, guiding her back toward my cock. Her lips part. “Yes, sir.” The two words shoot through my dick and down to my balls. I grit my teeth not to come too soon, but she makes it impossible, taking me again fully into her mouth. It’s the sweetest fucking torture.
“Slow.” I tighten my hold on her. “I’m going to enjoy this.” I relax my hold enough to let her continue. Her beautiful lips work me up and down, her tongue flicking and stroking, her eyes meeting mine as she pleases me. The vulnerability that she allows only me to see is just as sexy as the act she’s performing.
It doesn’t matter what she slowed her pace for. I’m too far gone. “Going to come,” I warn her, and she moans around my cock.
I do exactly that, my release exploding into her mouth. Naomi keeps sucking, her mouth unrelenting. She drinks down every last drop of me.
“Fuck.” I jerk back, my dick sensitive but still hard. I slip my hand under her arms and lift her into my lap, my hand going to the back of her neck, cupping her there to pull her in for another kiss.
When it breaks, Naomi has a soft smile on her lips. “Was it good?” There it is. I see the shyness in her eyes. It wasn’t about the act of it. It was about what I thought about it.
“God, sunshine, you’re going to kill me.”
“Well, I am the only one allowed to kill you.” I chuckle. “That wasn’t a joke.”
“Right.” My hands go to her ass. “I want inside of you,” I tell her.
This is the downside to being at the Marino estate. I can’t simply carry her through the house, my cock still out, and to the bedroom.
“Wash me?” she asks, wiggling in my lap. I can tell she wants a hard fucking.
And when it comes to my girl, I always give her what she needs.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
NAOMI
My mom flits around the room, and I follow. She and Bonte are in full wedding planning mode. A wedding had never been a dream of mine. Neither had having a man in my life, but now I can’t imagine not having Paxton. The very idea makes an uncomfortable rage I’ve never experienced before bubble up inside of me. It scares even me.
I don’t know what he’s done to me, but there had been a weight I hadn’t known inside of me. It was holding down all the things I didn’t ever want to come to the surface. I was sure they didn’t fit into the life I wanted. If I were to lead, I thought it would be easier if I didn’t have those types of connections. That it would somehow have a negative effect on me. Paxton has shifted that, and with him comes freedom and comfort.