Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
I turn sideways in front of Joel and fall forward on my hands and knees. “Movie.”
“You’re…”—his Adam’s apple rises and falls—“going to act out a movie title?”
“That’s how charades works, isn’t it?” I sing, sliding my knees wide on the carpet and tilting my hips up as far as they’ll go. My skirt is so short, I know my entire backside is on display, along with the black silk strip of my thong. I shake my bottom a little under his unholy regard, watching his hand clench the arm of the couch, the bulge rising to prominence once again between his legs. Watching him closely, I jolt forward with a whimper, as if there is a man thrusting into me from behind. The way I’ve seen it done on the few occasions I’ve watched porn. I do it again, again, again, pretending to be taken roughly from behind, crying out, making myself sopping wet in the process.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he pants, raggedly, rubbing his sex through his fly. “Are you acting out a porn?”
“No,” I answer innocently, taking another imaginary thrust, squealing in my throat. “It’s a feature film, silly. Take a guess.”
“Stop.”
“Nope, that’s not it.”
“Haylo.”
“Fine. It’s Deep Impact. Haven’t you seen that one?” I climb to my feet, though my legs are decidedly unsteady. Whose wouldn’t be when this man is visibly leashing himself from pouncing? He’s going to do a lot more than spit on me this time. I can sense it. He just needs another push or two. “I’ll do another one,” I announce smoothly, holding his gaze while I slowly, slowly slide my thong off from beneath my skirt, stepping out of it and leaving it on the floor. His eyes are already pure black by the time I strip off my tank top, revealing my bare breasts, perked nipples that are still red from his treatment earlier tonight. “Any guesses yet?” I purr, turning around to face the opposite wall, reaching back to lower the rear zipper of my skirt, tossing my hair to look back at him when I let it fall.
Absorbing his visceral reaction to seeing me fully naked for the first time.
Hungrily, those golden eyes race over my curves, the supple swells of my backside, the shadowed valley in between. His fist is bobbing inside of his pants now, masturbating to my naked body, and slickness pools among my flesh seeing him like this. In pain over me. Overwhelmed by what I’m doing to his sex.
“No guesses?” I breathe, turning around to give him a full frontal—and he grits his teeth, growling loud enough to be heard at the opposite end of the hallway. “It’s Striptease. Don’t you remember that one? With Demi Moore.”
“Cover that pussy up before I bite it.”
Goosebumps lift all over my arms, neck, my tummy constricting with excitement of the unknown. Is it supposed to be bitten? Will I like that? “One more movie. If you can’t guess it…” I fall onto my knees in the V of his outstretched legs, skimming my palms up his big thighs, listening to him hiss like a tea kettle when I reach his belt, unbuckling it without breaking eye contact. Next, I pop the top button and his head falls back on a shudder, giving me a nice view of the corded muscles straining in his throat.
“Don’t do it, Haylo,” he says, ripping his hand out of his waistband, slapping both of them over his face. Dragging them downward. “Fuck, angel.” His hips seem to lift involuntarily, that ridge growing right in front of my face. “Please don’t break me like this.”
“I’m just playing charades,” I murmur lightly, leaning in to rub my lips against his covered shaft. Even through the material, I can feel the veins of his enormous staff pulsing, pulsing. Reaching back to gather my hair in a single fist, give his zipper a long, slow lick, easing back slightly to mimic a blow job. Bobbing my parted mouth up and down, up and down, without making contact with his lap causes him to release a series of curses, but I look him in the eye like a dutiful angel and keep going. “Guess the movie.”
“Blow,” he says through his teeth.
I beam up at him. “Yes!”
I’m flat on my back before another second ticks by. Naked on the living room floor of Joel’s hotel room and he’s straddling my face, unzipping his pants with shaky hands.
“Don’t you dare look up at me wide eyed and innocent now, young lady. You asked for this cock down your throat and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
As usual, the phrase young lady makes me shiver hotly, my heels digging into the plush carpeting. Yes. Yes. I want to feel the weight of him on my tongue. I want to know what it’s like to give this man the ultimate pleasure. But I can’t help but whimper when he brings his shaft out in a fist and drops it like a heavy slab of meat against my mouth.