Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I don’t stop until her legs and her hands in my hair relax. When I know she’s wrung out from pleasure, I stare up at her. Her eyes are already watching me. I can’t see the green orbs, but I don’t need to. I have the color memorized. I’ve thought of little else these past few weeks.
“How do you feel?”
“Blissed out.”
“Hold on tight.” She wraps her arms around my head, and I move us to the bed. I bend down, and she falls back onto the mattress with a soft laugh that fills the room. It not only fills the room, but it’s as if that sound reaches inside me and squeezes my heart causing a tightening in my chest. It’s not a feeling I’ve ever had with a woman, but it doesn’t surprise me that it’s happening with Palmer.
She’s different from anyone before her.
“Thank you,” she says, smiling up at me. The glow of the moon illuminating her smile. The one that’s just for me.
“Don’t. Don’t ever thank me for our shared pleasure.”
“But you gave me something.”
“And what? Do you think I got nothing out of that? Do you honestly think that I didn’t enjoy the hell out of eating at your pussy, with your hands in my hair and those sexy tan legs of yours wrapped around my head? Trust me, beautiful, I got just as much out of it as you did.”
“But you didn’t get off.”
“Don’t you worry about me. This was for you.”
She sits up, climbing on her knees, while I still stand beside the bed. “What if I said I wanted this?” Her small hand grips my cock. She strokes lightly, teasing me, and dammit, I’m going to let her. I’ll never stop this woman from touching me.
“I’ll give you anything you want.” Those words have more meaning than she realizes. Hell, more than even I realize.
“I want you.”
I hold my arms out at my sides, letting her know she can do whatever it is she’s thinking about in that beautiful head of hers. “Here I am.”
She chuckles. It’s a lighthearted, happy chuckle that has my lips tilting up in a grin. That grin quickly falls away and molds into a curse when she wraps those pretty pink lips around my cock. With each stroke, she takes me deeper, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. My arms hang at my sides, and my hands curl into fists. I want to bury my hands in her hair, but I can’t lose control. Instead, I stare down at the beauty that is Palmer and watch her swallow my cock over and over. She shifts her position, and I have a feeling she’s just as turned on as I am. She cups my balls with her small soft hands and takes me to the back of her throat.
“Palmer,” I grit out. “I’m close. You have to pull back.” I say the words, but she keeps going at me like I’m her favorite meal. “Palmer.” I push her hair back out of her eyes, and she peers up at me under long lashes. “I’m going to come down your throat if you don’t stop now.”
She doesn’t stop.
It takes one more swipe of her tongue along the underside of my cock before I’m spilling into her mouth, all while cursing her name. I want to close my eyes and just soak in the feel of my release, but I force my eyes to stay open and watch as she swallows every last drop.
My knees are weak, so I move to sit on the bed next to her, pulling her onto my lap as I do. I hold her close as I try to calm my breathing. She feels good in my arms. So good, in fact, the feeling has me opening my mouth to change the rules.
“Stay over?”
She’s quiet for a long time before lifting her head to look at me. “I should really go home. I have a lot to do tomorrow.”
Is that… disappointment that I feel? I know we said this was benefits only, but I’m having a hard time letting her go, even though I know I have to. “All right,” I begrudgingly agree. “Let’s get dressed, and I’ll take you home.”
CHAPTER
TEN
Palmer
I’m avoiding my best friend. I know, I know, it’s a shit thing to do, but I’m a terrible liar, and she’s going to see right through my bullshit. I needed a few days to get my head wrapped around my night with Brooks. Okay, fine, a few days has really been a week. It’s been a week today since her cousin, my brother's friend, rocked my world, and I’m still reeling.
I’m standing in the kitchen of my small one-bedroom apartment, staring at my phone as if it were the devil. There’s a message from my best friend, and I can only imagine what it says. She’s been asking to grab dinner or meet for drinks since last Sunday. It’s Saturday morning, and I know if I don’t agree, she’s going to end up on my doorstep. In fact, I’m shocked she’s not here beating down my door already.