Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
I hold out my arms as if to say, “Well?” I’m primped and polished, all for him. I’d give anything to throw this dress off and put my hands between my legs. Even the satiny lining of the dress is too much stimulation.
Then he walks into the room, into the light, and I almost cum from the sight. He’s in a tuxedo, all white, the exact color of my dress. The pristine color draws attention to the perfect symmetry of his face and the dark ink peeking out from under his cuffs and collar.
“You look beautiful, bunny,” he says gruffly. Then he takes in my stunned reaction. “Do you like what you see?”
I’m still speechless, so I nod. There’s something about the sophisticated trappings of a suit that enhances the feral quality of his long hair and tattoos. He looks elegant and dangerous. More dangerous because of the refined pretense.
Jaeger can be gentle, but he’s not a gentleman. An appeal to chivalry won’t save me.
He says he loves me, but I can’t underestimate him.
“So beautiful.” He extends a finger and brushes a curl from the side of my face. “Hmmm.” His eyes narrow as he takes in my heavy makeup. Honey was going to repaint my face with fake freckles after she coated the real ones with concealer, but I wouldn’t let her.
“You’re only missing one thing.” Planting a hand on my chest, he presses me back to the bed. I lie down, watching him warily. The last time he did this to me, he left me on edge and wanting.
What is he going to do now? My heart is rioting in my chest, but I lie still because I want to know what happens next.
He pulls something from his pocket and slides the silk folds of the dress up to my waist. I make a noise of protest, and he shushes me.
“These are for you.” He shows me two silver balls. They’re the size of large marbles, and they knock together in his palm with a clunking sound.
My question of what I’ll do with them dies when he eases aside my thong and sets one of them at my entrance. He holds my gaze, the dark of his pupil swallowing the blue as he inserts the balls inside me. As wet as I am, they side in easily. They’re heavier than they look and rub against my sensitive inner walls with their delicious weight.
“You must clench around them to keep them in.” He runs a thumb up my seam, and I clench down, only to moan when the movement makes the balls move inside me. “If you drop one…” He leaves the threat hanging.
“Why?” I gasp as the balls roll forward, stimulating me deeply.
“I want you like this. Wet and needy for me.”
I’m shaking my head. The balls stimulate but don’t satisfy me. They’re not large enough. They’re only enough to tease me. “I can’t do this.”
“You can. You will.” Jaeger helps me sit up on the edge of the bed and straightens my lovely dress. He touches my chin, tipping my head back. “You must.”
I pant, overcome.
He turns my head this way and that, studying my face. “Hmm,” he peers at my cheeks. “There is one more thing I require.”
He runs a thumb over my cheek, and I pull away.
“Careful.” I’m half-crazed with arousal, but my friends worked hard to get me all dolled up. “You’ll smear my makeup.”
He stands and lifts me, not picking me up but lowering me to my knees. “Your ankle okay?” he asks.
“Yes?” I stare up at him.
He looms over me, his head haloed in light but his face shrouded in darkness. His white slacks are tented.
I shift on my knees. “What—”
He opens his pants and offers his cock to me.
“Open your mouth.” He pinches my nose, but it’s unnecessary. I’ve already tilted my head back and opened for him. I’m hungry for any sort of sexual stimulation. I keep my eyes on him, wondering what he’s up to. His cock is thick and meaty, filling my mouth.
He transfers both of his hands to either side of my head and forces me down. I choke, but his hips tilt, driving his length deeper. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag. I slap at his waist, pushing so I can breathe.
Finally, he lets me up. I gasp, panting for air. My eyes are streaming.
“Again.” He grips my face, guiding me down again. I take a deep breath this time so I’m braced for when he presses in, gagging me. His cock swells, cutting off my air. I work my tongue, trying to stimulate him to cum faster. But he keeps pushing until he’s knocking on the back of my throat.
I dig my fingers into his white pants. Am I pulling him closer or pushing him away? I have no idea. All I know is I can’t breathe. My body is overheating, and the pressure in my sex grows.