Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I’m left panting against the wall as he holds me up with one hand clasped under my ass, and when he finally pulls his fingers free, his dark, hungry gaze locks on mine. He goes to lift his fingers to his lips, and I shake my head, curling my hand around his wrist and pulling it toward me. “Uh-uh,” I breathe, still struggling to catch my breath. “You want to taste me, then you’re going to have to get down on your knees and work for it. Until then, this is all mine.”
His eyes widen just a fraction, watching as I take his fingers into my mouth and suck them clean, my tongue rolling over them and giving him just a taste of what I can do.
“Fuck,” he grunts, looking at me as though I’ve just destroyed him.
I grin as I pull his fingers from my lips, and as he holds my stare, I reach down between us, my fingers clutching his belt. “That was good,” I tell him, knowing damn well it was a shitload better than just good. “But it’s not what you’ve been bragging about these past few weeks. So, are you just going to stand here and look at me, or are you actually going to show me what you can do with that monster between your legs?”
A cocky smirk settles across his lips. “Oh, I don’t know if you’ve actually earned that honor,” he says, making a show of pretending to release me, but I grip his belt tighter and pull him in as close as I can, locking my legs tighter around his waist.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
He groans as though I just said the magic words, and not a second later, he crashes back into me, my back slamming against the wall of the elevator as I frantically release his belt.
“There’s that feisty little vixen I always knew you were.”
Oh God, he’s got no idea. He thinks he’s the one with the insane sexual appetite here. He thinks he’s a master at his craft, but he’s about to learn one hell of a lesson.
Releasing his belt, I tear it from his pants in one clean pull, letting it fall heavily to the ground before shamelessly popping the button on his fly. I work his pants in a matter of seconds, and the moment I can, I reach in and curl my fingers around that massive monster cock.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, pulling him free as my fingers tighten around him, slowly beginning to pulse up and down. I can’t get my whole hand around him, and if I were in a better position with space to move, I’d be on my knees, using both hands while begging him to bruise my esophagus.
My fingers pump right to his tip before roaming over his piercing at the top.
Raiden’s breath becomes uneven, his eyes fluttering the same way mine had, and a wave of pure elation slams through my chest. Despite his constant roster of women, it’s intoxicating that little old me can entice such a reaction out of him.
“Fuuuuck, Firecracker.”
“Oh, you like that, do you?” I tease, my fingers pausing at his tip.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Or what?”
He groans, and for the first time in his life, he doesn’t have a response, but I’m not looking to mess up a good thing. I immediately drop my hand back to his base, tightening around him and pumping slowly.
He leans into me, his lips trailing over my throat and down to the plunging neckline of my dress. “You don’t have any emotional attachments to this dress, do you?”
“It’s a piece of fabric bought with another man’s dirty money.”
He lets out a desperate sigh. “Thank fuck,” he groans, just moments before grabbing the lace fabric on either side of the plunging neckline and tearing it straight down the center until my full tits bounce free, the eight-thousand-dollar dress now torn and bundled at my hips.
“Holy shit,” I pant, but he barely wastes a second before diving in, his mouth immediately closing over my nipple as his other hand grasps the other. His fingers gently pinch as his tongue starts working over the pebbled peak, sending hot pulses of electricity shooting through to my core.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, my grip tightening on his cock and feeling every tight ridge of those angry veins. “I need you.”
“Beg for it,” he says against my skin. “Fucking beg me, Firecracker.”
“Raiden.”
“You want me to fuck that sweet little cunt, then you’re going to beg me for it. Tell me what you need.”
“FUCK, RAIDEN!” I cry, the desperation eating at me. “PLEASE! Fuck me!”
“That’s my good girl,” he says, closing his hand over mine on his girthy cock as he leads his pierced tip to my entrance. “Are you sure you can handle me?”
I grin. “Oh, I can more than handle you.”