Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“You want my cock in your mouth?” he asked, but it didn’t quite sound like a question. “Open that pretty mouth of yours, and do it, baby.”
A shiver ran up her spine at his dominant tone.
Not wasting any more time because, honestly, she wanted him to fuck her pretty damn badly, Butters leaned down and brought her mouth to the tip of him. She could feel his heat and parted her lips to flick her tongue over the ridge of the tip.
He tasted salty and masculine, a weird combination but the reality of everything that was Mayhem.
Steeling herself, she knew she had to up her game and make him grunt out from the pleasure. She needed to not only have him on the edge but to hear his pleasure, as well. Butters ran her tongue over the flared edge, licked at his piercings, and then engulfed him.
His flavor exploded in her mouth again, even more potent this time as she tasted pre-cum. Salty, sweet, and a faint taste of metal from his piercings nearly undid her right then. She groaned around him.
Despite her earlier orgasms, her pussy was drenched, and her clit throbbed.
Butters sucked him hard and deep, and he gripped the back of her head and started thrusting into her mouth, skull-fucking her.
“Hell yeah, baby,” he groaned.
She knew she had won this small battle, if only for a moment.
His whole body was strung taut, and she knew he was going to come very soon if she kept this up. His fingers tightened in her hair, but before she could taste him fully, he pulled her head back.
His breathing was haggard, and the look he gave her heated her entire body.
“On your back with your legs spread, Butters. It’s time that I claim that pussy of yours.” When she did what he said, she watched his gaze dip between her spread thighs. “Damn, baby.” He ran a hand over his mouth, the sound of him rubbing over his stubble loud in the room. “I want to be inside of you so fucking bad.” He flicked his eyes to her, and a mask of composure covered his expression instantly. “Tell me you want my cock in you. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”
Damn, Mayhem has a dirty, commanding way with words that shouldn’t turn me on. They should piss me off, but all I can think about is being with him.
His words were like gasoline on a fire. She had never been with someone so incredibly compelling and forceful with his words. There had been a few times she’d been with a guy and he’d tried to be dominating, but it fell flat.
Butters had always had some kind of control over her sexual situations, but having this biker take the reins, be the one who called the shots, made her tough exterior crumble. It was like he knew exactly what to say to have her on the precipice of climax. In the next instant, his hard body was blanketing hers.
His mouth took hers in a searing kiss, and she wrapped her hands around his neck.
He pulled back with a scowl on his face.
“I want your cock. I want you to fuck me, Mayhem.”
“We do this my way, because I know you like that, Butters.”
She nodded.
Yes, she so wanted to do it his way. He clasped her wrists in one of his hands and brought them above her head, binding her there, restraining her for his mercy. The headboard was made up of wooden slats, and she wrapped her fingers around them, doing what he wanted, even if he hadn’t actually said the words.
A ghost of a smile flittered across his face, as if her act of submission pleased him.
Mayhem then moved his hands down her throat, skated his digits over her collarbones, and cupped her breasts. The heavy weight of his hands on her had her closing her eyes and moaning, arching up to his touch.
Yes, that was what she needed. Butters needed to feel his callused hands scrape over her flesh, commanding her body like he knew exactly what would get her off.
He tweaked her nipples, massaged the mounds, and brought a flush of heat to her chest. His hands were rough, worn, and all she could think about was how powerful he was when using them, how dangerous that simple part of his body really was.
A wave of lust slammed into her so hard it took her breath away. She was surprised at the intensity of desire that her thoughts caused.
The feel of his shaft straining against her slid had her rubbing against him, needing him to just thrust into her already. She was so done with this foreplay, because anymore, it seemed like torture.
But for some reason, she knew that if she was patient and obedient, he would bring her to a place she had never been before, make her feel a kind of possession that wasn’t wrong.