Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He releases my hair for long enough to do away with his suit jacket.
Then it's his belt.
His button.
His zipper.
"Take out my cock, princess.” He says it like a promise, not an order. Like it's a gift I've wanted for a long, long time.
It is. My hands go to his slacks. I push the fabric aside.
He springs free.
I wrap my hand around him immediately. Soft skin but he's so hard. And he feels so good. It's the only word I have to describe it.
It's not the first time I've touched him, but somehow it feels more intimate than ever. Like he's giving me something.
I look up at him, asking for permission.
He nods and I run my thumb over him, testing his reactions, exploring every inch.
There. The bottom. A little to the right. I run my thumb over him again. Then harder. Hard enough he shudders.
Again and again.
Until his hand goes to the back of my head and he tugs at my hair. "Open your mouth."
I do.
He takes my hand. Slides it down his cock, so I'm gripping his base. "Firmer."
I tighten my grip.
"Keep it there, princess. I'm not going to be gentle, but I can't wear you out until I'm done with you."
My sex clenches. He's too good at this. I'm going to ignite. All the sparks flying through the room—
It's dangerous.
This is the most dangerous thing I've ever done. Giving my body to Shepard is one thing.
But my heart?
He presses his palm into the back of my head. It's just hard enough to say you're mine.
I want it more than I should.
But I don't care about should right now
Slowly, he shifts into my mouth.
Fuck, he tastes good. Like salt and like Shep. I don't wait for instruction. I swirl my tongue around his tip. Then I go to that spot he likes—
He groans as I flick my tongue against him.
I do it again.
Again.
Until he's shaking.
Until I'm the one in control.
For a moment, his eyes close. His fingers curl into the back of my head. His lips part with a groan.
For a moment, he surrenders to me.
Without warning, he pushes hard on the back of my head, pushing my mouth over his cock.
He goes deep. Deep enough I gag. Even with my hand wrapped around him.
He doesn't wait. He pulls back and does it again.
His hand stays firm. He's keeping me in place. Reminding me he's in control.
It makes my sex clench.
It fills me with feminine power.
Yes, he's in control. But I'm what he wants. And this is what I want too.
I'm not sure who's bending to whose will.
No, it's not like that. We're satisfying each other. It's perfect. The only time the two of us have ever been perfect.
Hell, it's the most perfect relationship in my life.
A groan falls off his lips as he slams into my mouth. It's hard enough it hurts. Hard enough I gag. But that only winds me tighter.
I swallow to relax my throat. When he slams again, I take it a little easier.
Then easier.
He tugs at my hair. "Fuck, princess." He rocks into me again. "You're too good with that pretty mouth."
I wrap my lips around my teeth.
He cups my cheek. A soft, tender gesture as he thrusts into my mouth.
Then his hand is on my shoulder, my neck, my breast. He toys with my nipple as he thrusts into me.
My sex pangs with every brush of his hands. With every rock of his hips.
It's so fucking sexy, being on my knees for him, surrendering to his demands, his force, his body.
His brow knots. All that tension winding in him. Tighter and tighter—
Because of me.
I'm making him come.
I'm driving him wild.
With his next thrust, I suck on his tip.
"Fuck," he growls. Then he thrusts into me again. Harder. Faster.
So fast I barely keep up.
Shep tugs at my hair, pulling my head off his cock. He growls my name as he spills onto my chest.
It makes my sex ache, watching him come, feeling him mark me.
Once he's finished, he helps me up, wipes me off, brings me back to the bed.
I expect him to leave, but he doesn't. He moves to the corner of the bed and pulls out something I've never seen before—
Restraints.
Then he motions to the center of the bed. "Lie down, princess. I'm going to make you come until you beg me to stop."
Chapter Thirty-Two
Shepard
Jasmine shudders as I tighten the restraint around her wrist.
She looks up at me, waiting for me to react. To hold her down. Or climb on top of her. Or fuck her without warning.
All brilliant ideas.
I sling my legs over her hips. Shift onto her body, so I'm straddling her.
Both hands on her shoulders, I press her into the bed. Not hard enough to hurt. Not even hard enough to threaten her.
Just enough to promise.
She looks up at me with hunger in her eyes. Hunger. And nerves. This is a lot for her.