Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
He reached over me to his nightstand drawer and grabbed a rope. He tied both of my wrists to the headboard of the bed and smirked down at me, making me squirm beneath him. “You have no fucking idea how fucking hot you look right now,” he groaned.
He trailed his eyes over my body slowly, and when he let his eyes reach my core, I spread my legs farther apart for him, making his breath hitch in his throat. He groaned and put his face between my legs, licking me slowly without going inside of me. I moaned, my toes curling against the sheets. He ran his hands over my thighs, squeezing roughly in all of the right places. He slid his tongue inside of me, and I hooked my legs over his shoulders, gasping for air at the rush of ecstasy running through my body. He eventually pinched my clit roughly, making me cry out and come in his mouth.
He groaned and slid up my body, licking and kissing the entire way, biting some areas that he knew would drive me crazy. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and slammed into me roughly, making me throw my head back and cry out. He groaned and kept slamming into me, pinching my nipples roughly, occasionally roughly squeezing my breasts. I pulled on the ropes, wanting so badly to touch him. “Be careful how hard you pull,” he groaned out, his eyes meeting mine.
Even in the heat of the moment, he still made sure I didn’t hurt myself.
He leaned forward and bit my neck, making me arch my back and come. “Travis!” I cried out.
“Fuck, Katie,” he growled.
He lay on top of me for a while. After he caught his breath, he leaned up and untied my wrists, examining them. He kissed both of them where they were red and becoming raw from me pulling on them so roughly. “You have to be careful,” he gently reprimanded. “I don’t want you to damage your skin.”
I smiled at him. “I’ll be fine, baby.”
He flipped me over onto my belly, and I got on my hands and knees without him having to tell me to. He rubbed his hands over my ass, and without any warning, he smacked it. I moaned at the sensation. Suddenly, he was there, pushing into me with a sudden, hard force, all while rubbing his fingertips over my clit. Holy fuck, I was going to explode if he didn’t stop the torture.
I forced myself to relax, trying so hard not to come all over his cock so early. He pulled back and slammed into me again, his other hand coming down on my ass hard. I couldn’t keep the moans from leaving my mouth. He was a fucking god, and I was putty at his touch. He always gave me such intense pleasure that there was no way in hell I’d ever be able to deny him.
My moans were becoming increasingly louder, and when I came, I couldn’t help but scream his name. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down so I was lying beside him on my side with my head on his chest. Both of us were breathing heavily, desperately trying to catch our breaths. “God, I missed having sex with you,” he groaned.
“Why don’t you ever do more than spank me?” I asked him, turning over to face him.
He sighed. “Because there’s no contract. If anything were to happen, and you run off of on me like Leanne did, I need something that could keep my ass out of jail. I refuse to spend any more time in there than I already have.”
I told him that I would never leave him, no matter what, but I could understand where he would have trouble believing that. He had loved Leanne and had trusted her with his entire being, but she had not only run off on him, but she had gone to the cops, too.
“Then, why don’t you get a contract drawn up?”
He tucked my hair behind my ear, kissing the tip of my nose. “Baby, if you haven’t noticed, I haven’t even made time for you lately, so how am I going to make time to talk to my lawyer to draw up a contract? It has to be very detailed and thorough. It would take time that I don’t have at the moment. I’m trying to save all of our asses from untimely death.”
I sighed, knowing that he had a really good point. I couldn’t deny that. “Well, since you’re spending today with me, we could go see your lawyer and draw up a contract,” I mused.
He smirked at me. “You really do get pleasure from pain, don’t you?” he asked, chuckling.
I blushed – actually fucking blushed. I mean, I know I made it obvious that I got off on pain, but did he have to point it out so bluntly? Besides, he got pleasure from giving me pain, so we were even.