Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
“This ass is mine,” he said with repeated slaps across my butt. “This pussy is mine.” Lewdly, he forced his hand between my thighs and cupped me while whispering in my ear. “What else is mine, sweetheart?”
His tone sounded a little threatening, and I thought about everything I learned about Ocean in the short time since he took me. Ocean was generous but possessive, patient and yet demanding, and dominant in a way that made me feel safe rather than suffocated. And for it, a man like him would demand no less than my absolute surrender.
“Me,” I answered breathlessly. “I’m yours.”
Ocean’s only response was to grab the underside of my thigh and lift my leg until my right foot rested high on one of the empty shelves. He opened me up for him and then sank to his knees with a groan. My nails dug into the wood, and a soft moan escaped me when I felt his teeth graze the skin above where a small pink bow was tattooed on my left ass cheek. There was a larger one on my right thigh like a garter belt, but all thoughts of tattoos fled when I felt the first hot lash of his tongue a moment later. It became devastatingly clear within the first few moments of his head between my thighs that Ocean was no novice to eating pussy. It took him no time at all to uncover what I liked—the right pressure and speed, when to pull back so that I wouldn’t come before he was ready.
And the sounds he made as he licked and slurped and took.
My body shuddered against the bookcase, but when I tried to move my hips and chase that feeling to the end, Ocean reached up and gripped my nape firmly as he feasted. My cheek was trapped against the shelf as I shook, cried, gasped, and moaned.
Meanwhile, Ocean was oblivious to my sweet woes as he uttered cruel and filthy things to me.
“Look at you making a mess on my face.”
“Pretty little pussy gonna purr for me.”
“Lift your leg for me, sweet girl. More, more…”
“Ocean, pleeeease,” I begged as my toes curled to the point of pain. My arm was hooked underneath my propped-up leg as I opened myself up more for him. “I want to come.”
The bastard stopped fucking with my clit long enough to say, “But I’m not done eating.”
Fuck that. I came anyway, twitching uncontrollably until I was spent and slumped against the bookshelf while Ocean laughed at me with his face pressed against my thigh. “You surprised me,” I said once I caught my breath.
“How did I do that?”
“I thought you were one of those pretty boys who think they’re too good to eat pussy.”
Ocean lifted his head and kissed my thigh. “You were testing me?”
“Not really.” I shrugged. “But it was still a nice surprise.”
Ocean stood and fixed my skirt before turning me around and kissing me. His nasty ass made sure to feed me his tongue so I could taste myself and rose onto the tips of my toes so he could get a better angle.
“Keep on, mo aingeal,” he warned. “And I’ll fuck you through the wall.”
Not quite ready for that, I backed away and bumped into the shelf, sending the one book on it tumbling over the side. It was an embarrassing display that didn’t go unnoticed by the finest man alive. Maybe it was the orgasm talking, but I chose not to dwell on it. Ocean had made it more than clear he wanted me, and he didn’t seem like the type to be easily swayed. He gallantly rescued my book from the floor and re-shelved it while I thought of something to say.
“Thanks for the books and the um…other thing.”
“When you’re ready for more, just say the word,” he whispered.
Wait… books or orgasms?
I didn’t ask out of fear that it might lead to more, and Ocean didn’t seem interested in clarifying as he took my hand and pulled me from the library. We traveled up to the third floor and through the door that led to the rooftop terrace. A bar took up most of the space, but there were couches and loungers around the lit fire pit and a covered area with a dining table laden with food.
And candles.
There were candles everywhere—scattered on the floor and on every surface. Music played from some hidden speakers. “Yeah, I Said It” by Rihanna set the mood, but the cherry on top was the largest bouquet of red roses I’d ever seen. I could barely wrap my arm around the bundle.
Something cracked open inside of my belly. Something warm and fluttery that took my breath away. Fortunately, Ocean excused himself only to return five minutes later looking like a million dollars while I was still disheveled.