Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
She huffs, the derision clear in the sound. “Gave you a chance? You tied me to the bed.”
I smile against her head at the lightness in her tone. “You never used your safeword.”
With the crook of one finger, I lift her head so I can see her pretty eyes. I wipe tears away with my thumbs as she blinks up at me. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Whitney Nelson. Do you want to leave?”
Her eyes search mine, looking for answers, but she won’t find an opinion as far as I’m concerned. My choice is her choice. Her pretty white teeth dig into her bottom lip, gathering all of my attention.
“No,” she whispers.
“Do you want to go to the bar for another drink?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve already had my allotted two.”
“Do you want to get dressed—”
“No.”
“—and wander around,” I continue after she answers. “Do you want to stay here and play?”
Her teeth find her bottom lip once again, and even though it’s clear what her answer is, I need the words.
“Answer me,” I growl.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want to play.”
I unhook my arm from around her waist and land a stinging slap to her exposed thigh. “Then get up.”
She squeals, the sounds going straight to my cock and drawing my nuts up tight. Tonight’s going to be fun, but it’s going to be fast.
“You have three minutes to get my clothes off and get my cock in your throat.”
She laughs when I fall back against the bed, giving her no help whatsoever to remove my slacks. She struggles with the zipper from her eager fingers not wanting to work correctly, but my weight nearly prevents her from getting my pants down my legs.
“Rip my clothes and I’m going to spank your ass.”
Her eyes find mine as her hands yank. The sound of popping stitches echoes around the room. She blinks up at me, her faux innocence making my dick jerk against the elastic of my boxers.
“Vixen,” I hiss, flipping her over and breaking several more stitches because my pants are tight around my thighs. I settle between her thighs, and she opens for me like we’re both exactly where we belong.
“Naked,” she complains, her fingers shoving at the fabric of my shoulders.
“Later,” I insist, pushing down my pants and boxers enough to allow my cock to spring free.
She stiffens, then moans when my bare cock brushes against her engorged clit. “Please?”
“This?” I tease, running my length up and down her drenched center.
“Please don’t make me beg, not tonight.”
The emotion in her words isn’t something I’m going to fight her on.
“Bare?” I whisper, knowing I should ease back and let her make this decision while she isn’t engulfed in a cloud of arousal, but she grips my arms when I try to do just that.
“Yes.” Her head nods as she’s trying to assure me with more than just words.
Our eyes lock when I flex my hips back and find her entrance. My mouth opens on a gasp when I slide home. This was a mistake. Not entering her without a condom but the fact that my plans were blown away. I need her mouth first because without that release of pressure, I’m going to embarrass myself the same way I did humping my fucking blankets the other night. Jesus, why can’t I fucking plan things better? Why can’t I show a little damn restraint? Why do I let the scent of her skin and the way she clings to me take over?
I’m supposed to be commanding her, making all the decisions, and here she is topping from the damn bottom. And fuck if it isn’t the best thing I’ve ever experienced. To make me feel more in control, I flip over on my back, taking her with me. If she’s going to top, she might as well be riding.
“Open for me,” I insist, my fingers clamping into the flesh of her thigh and spreading her legs even further. The sight of her glistening clit, red and swollen from her previous orgasms makes me want to taste her. I want to do it all; touch, taste, tease, tempt, love, cherish.
Her obedience as she’s pushing her thighs out as far as they can go doesn’t give me an ounce of the power back that I’ve relinquished to her.
“Fuck, baby. This pussy is what heaven is made of.” I bite the inside of my cheek, my hips angling up. “Keep rolling your hips like that. Jesus, you’re gonna make me come so hard. Fuck me, baby. Just like that.”
“Wren,” she gasps when my hands clamp on her hips.
I hold her aloft, fucking her from below, my cock sliding out to the tip before driving back inside of her. Light shines off the wetness she leaves behind, and her desire is pooling on my balls, the contrast in sensation from her hot cunt to the air on my nuts is going to be my damn downfall.