Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
But it wasn’t there. She leaned in for another, then another. Her technique wasn’t much different from lapping at an ice cream cone, but we could get to more advanced maneuvers later.
Her thumb stroked along my shaft as she looked at me. “What now?”
Fuck, was there anything hotter than a woman’s head next to your cock? Yes—Zoe. Because not only was she fucking gorgeous, but she seemed to truly want to make me feel good.
My voice was strained as I told her how to swirl her tongue all the way around the head and to lap at the underside. She was almost like a science student, experimenting with pressure and movement.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
She looked up at me through her lashes with a hint of a smile on her lips. If I had to guess, I’d say she liked how she was affecting me, liked the power she had in this moment. And fuck, that made it even hotter.
“Now take the head in your mouth,” I instructed while trying to keep my voice steady. “Not too much at first. Just get used to the feel of it. The weight of it on your tongue.”
She did, her lips closing around me with the heat of her mouth, the softness of her tongue, and the gentle suction that was almost too much. I had to force myself not to thrust up into her mouth, not to take over because this was her lesson and her pace.
She was hesitant at first with small movements that barely took me in while she tested her limits and her comfort level. But then she started to get into it, especially when I groaned. Every time I did, every time my fingers tightened in her hair, she got a little more confident and bolder.
“That’s it, baby girl. Just like that.”
She started moving more and taking me deeper while her hand was still stroking the base and working in rhythm with her mouth. The combination was driving me crazy and making my stomach tighten and my thighs tense while everything in me was coiling tighter and tighter.
Fuck, she was a good student.
She pulled back, catching her breath with swollen lips and bright eyes. “Am I doing it right?”
“You’re doing fucking amazing.” My voice was strained and barely controlled. “Keep going. Use your tongue more. Swirl it around the head when you pull back.”
She did, and I groaned while my fingers found her hair again, threading through the wet strands, not to force anything but just to hold on to something—to hold on to her.
She was getting more confident now and more playful, and I could see it in the way she moved and the way she experimented, trying different things to see what made me react, what made me curse, what made my hips jerk. God, she was a natural at this, and how was that even possible—how could someone with no experience be this good?
I wasn’t going to last much longer. My breathing was getting heavier. My muscles were tensing. My hand in her hair was tightening, and I had to consciously loosen my grip so I wouldn’t hurt her.
“Zoe, I’m going to—” I tried to explain about spitting or swallowing, tried to give her the option, tried to warn her properly. But then she did something that completely shorted out my brain.
She took me into her mouth again, the deepest stroke yet, and then with her free hand, she tentatively reached out and cupped my balls.
I came hard, my whole body going rigid and a shout tearing from my throat that. She kept her mouth on me and kept swallowing, which just made it more intense.
Holy fucking shit, what was this girl doing to me?
When I finally came down, I was breathing like I’d just finished a marathon. Zoe eased back, watching my spent cock. Her glance up at me was tentative. Did she really have to wonder how she did after all that noise I’d made? Or maybe this was her way of checking to make sure I didn’t think any less of her for that.
Which was something I’d never understood, how any woman could ever think that, but then again, the way men sometimes treated them, it wasn’t a surprise that many turned guarded and cautious.
I slid back into the water and pulled her onto my lap, kissing her deeply, my salty taste on her lips. “That was fucking incredible.”
She looked please. “Really?”
“Really.” I kissed her again. “Could you feel how hard you made me come?”
“Oh yes.” She flushed. “And taste how hard you came.”
“Such a good girl. You get an A+. Which means you deserve a reward.”
“A gold star?” she teased. It was nice to see her smile even though she still looked sexy as fuck with her lips swollen like that. What I wouldn’t give to just stay here in this suite for the rest of my time here.