Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Do I get a safe word or something?”
“Sure, if you want. But I’ll pay attention. Do you believe that?”
The corners of her mouth tilt up, and she nods.
“Bend over the bed, naughty girl.”
She casts me a pleading look but obediently turns and folds her torso over the bed. It’s so fucking cute.
I take my time peeling the lacey panties down to her thighs, admiring the tight lean muscles of her ass and thighs.
I slap her ass lightly a few times then pick up the intensity, enjoying the sound of her gasps and the way her hips dance about to assuage the pain. I keep the pace slow enough for her to stay in control, only using a bit of my strength. When I sense she’s growing agitated, I stop and rub her warm ass with my hand. She arches her low back and rocks her pelvis to present herself to me, sending any self-control I had up in flames. I rub my fingers between her legs, loving when one digit sinks into her sweet heat. Then two. And because I’m in control, I deliver a few more slaps with my free hand just to feel her need grip my fingers.
She moans, making my cock strain wildly against my pants. I free my erection and push into her while reaching my hand around the front of her pelvis to rub her clit. She orgasms immediately, so I press deeply inside her until the clench of her muscles around my cock cease, and her body relaxes.
“Turn around, baby.” I pull out.
She makes a protesting sound when my cock leaves her but obediently turns around. I pick her legs up to bring her feet to my shoulders, tearing the panties off her legs and biting her calf as my eager cock seeks her entrance. Finding it, I slide in without assistance and begin to pump slowly, relishing the feel of her tight channel.
“So hot,” I murmur as she pulls up her thin T-shirt and pinches her own nipples. She undulates her hips, giving my balls a delicious rub every time they flatten against her. “Oh, God, Sophie, yeah,” I groan, gripping her thighs and hauling her closer. “You are so. Fucking. Hot right now.”
“Yes,” she moans, and I lose all control, coming all too soon, but wringing out every last bit of satisfaction, so when I finish coming, I’m dizzy with completion.
“Whoa.” I topple down beside her, lost in the sensation of pleasure and gratitude. “You are amazing.”
“Mmm.” Her hands stroke over my chest.
“You have about ninety minutes to stop that,” I joke.
“Oh yeah?” She climbs over me, sliding her palms over my muscles with practiced expertise.
I melt into the bed, my eyes closed in ecstasy. “Was that what a masseuse does, then?” I tease, earning a nipple pinch before she massages me straight into the deepest, most relaxed sleep of my life.
Chapter Nine
Sophie
I climb out of the shower and wrap a towel around my torso, stepping into my bedroom to fish a pair of bra and panties out of the dresser.
Joey sits on my bed, pulling on his socks. I massaged his back and gave it some energy when we woke up. After the way we played last night, I feel closer to him than I could have imagined possible. It took a lot of trust to surrender to him, and he definitely didn’t let me down.
“Al’s having a barbecue Sunday. I want you to come with me.”
My stomach twists. Sleeping with Joey is one thing. But family barbecues are a level I’m really not ready for. Especially not his family. Plus, he’s not my boyfriend. I may have agreed not to see other men, but we’re not in a committed relationship. He doesn’t have a right to demand things of my time.
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
He finishes dressing and stands. “I’m asking. Are you picking a fight?”
I hesitate. Probably.
I’ve been doing everything I can to push this guy away emotionally. Considering how close I feel to him this morning, it makes sense that part of me might be trying to drive a wedge between us now.
He walks around behind me and fists the back of my hair. “Hmm?” His growl is suggestive, and my body responds by melting and heating at the same time. Now that he knows my kink, he’s going to use it against me at every turn.
“Maybe,” I admit.
He turns me around without releasing my hair. The tough guy look slides away, replaced by an earnest expression. “I’m sorry if I sound bossy—it’s just the way I talk. It doesn’t mean I won’t bend for you.”
My heart thunders at his concession. How can he transition from bossman to considerate lover in the blink of an eye?
He slips his fingers inside my bra and rolls my nipple between them. “I thought you liked me being the boss of you. Are you going to let me be in charge?”