Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 100441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Holy fuck, Ryder. You’ve never looked hotter.”
I want to dispute that to be a smart-ass, but honestly, I’m enjoying this too much.
Lyric leans back against the wall, thrusting his cock farther into my mouth.
My eyes water the tiniest bit, but I can take it.
What I can’t take is the blissed-out expression on Lyric’s face as I stare up at him.
His eyes are locked on mine, hooded and intense as he watches his cock continually disappear between my lips.
My hand works frantically at my own neediness. I want to come the second Lyric spills into my mouth.
As he tests out how far he can push me, he gains some confidence.
And when I manage to get him all the way in, I swallow hard and my throat constricts around his cock.
He lets out a curse as if taken off guard and trembles above me. His cum slides down the back of my throat, and I moan around his dick as it empties.
The hand in my hair tightens to the point of pain, and that’s all it takes for me to fill my hand.
I’m trying to milk everything he has with my mouth while riding out my orgasm, but something gives, and I have to pull away from him so I can breathe.
Spit and cum drip down my chin, but I don’t even care.
I sit back on my heels and wipe my face while Lyric stands there breathing hard but not moving.
When I glance up at him, I can’t help smiling at his shocked expression.
“Did I suck you brainless? You’re looking a little dopey.”
“That was …” His words sound as dazed as he looks.
I get to my feet. “Need some water or something?”
“Or something,” he mutters and pulls me close.
Our pants are around our ankles, my hands are covered in cum—same with my face, probably—but he still presses his lips to mine and kisses me as if my mouth was as fresh as having just brushed my teeth.
His tongue laps at mine, no doubt tasting himself on me.
I have no idea how long has passed, which is the only reason I pull away. “We should get cleaned up before the girls get back.”
He nods blankly, and I laugh again.
“Noted.”
Lyric finally snaps out of his orgasm trance. “What?”
“All I have to do to make you speechless and compliant is suck you off. It’s handy to know.”
A big smile breaks across his face. “I have tricks too, you know.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Yup.” Lyric reaches for his hair tie and lets down his long golden hair. After he shakes his soft curls free, he stares at me with a cocked eyebrow.
“Touché.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lyric
All those little escapes, those brief moments of alone time with Ryder, they disappear when Maggie reports back to … wherever she needed to report back to before getting discharged.
Ryder’s been busy in the studio with a new act he’s producing, and I’ve been busy with playgroup and the usual nanny activities.
I’ve wanted to drop hints about staying the night and setting an alarm so I can sneak out of his bed before Kaylee wakes up, but with her sleep schedule as unpredictable as her bladder, I know Ryder won’t want to risk it.
And I don’t trust myself to stay in the nanny’s quarters without venturing upstairs in the middle of the night because I miss him.
I long for him.
Ryder’s basically given me his Pontiac for the time being while he’s working late, and in the brief time after Kaylee goes to bed and his musicians leave, we catch up on the day’s events and share goodnight kisses.
I want to push for more, but this needs to be done on Ryder’s time.
Kaylee will find out when he feels comfortable enough to tell her.
Today is a Chase day, and I have to admit they’re my favorite days. He and Kaylee get along so well, and it makes my job ten times easier.
I think Chase might be infatuated with Kaylee. Or maybe it’s the other way around.
Either way, it’s adorable, and as I send them off to play whatever game they want to play, I leave them in the playroom and flop onto the large sectional couch in the formal living room adjacent. It’s the first break I’ve had since arriving this morning. I throw my head back on the couch and will myself not to fall asleep.
Between staying late here and my gigs on the weekend, I’m a little wiped.
And that, of course, is when Ryder strolls in from the main part of the house. “Hard at work, I see.”
I spin to glare at him but relax when I see him smiling. “Your daughter has been …” Never tell a parent their child is anything less than perfect. “Uh, let’s just say, today she showed great leadership skills and will no doubt grow up to be a boss of some kind. Maybe CEO of a big corporation.”