Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
He curls his fingers into my G-spot, and I break open. It’s a quiet, shaking orgasm that ripples through me, and I have to hold onto him. I’m holding my breath, and he keeps pushing me, drawing out those quaking waves of pleasure as I shake on his lap. Then it’s gone, and I heave in a breath, sagging against him. Cole kisses me, and I can feel his erection growing beneath my ass. “I love watching you come.”
He kisses me again, scooping his arm under my legs and standing. His lips cover my squeak in surprise, but I push at him. “Put me down.”
He doesn’t. “We’re going to the Victorian room. What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you walk there by yourself?” Then, softer, “The same rules apply. Safe sex and safe word any time you want.”
“Okay.”
“Let me take care of you tonight.”
I’m worried that he’s going to stumble and fall, drop me, but even as we climb the stairs he’s perfectly steady. I lean my head on his shoulder. “What does that mean?”
He chuckles, and the deep vibrations in his chest are soothing. “Like I said before, we don’t play any games here. I mean what I say. I want to take care of you. That means you don’t have to make any more decisions tonight. All you have to do is say yes and feel. And come,” he adds. “A lot.”
I feel the tension drain out of my body, and I relax into his hold. “Okay.”
8
My heart is pounding so fast and so loudly that I'm surprised that Cole can’t hear it. Everything is mixing together—anticipation and anxiety and lust.
It’s exactly like he said it would be. He carried me all the way to the Victorian room, putting me down only once we’d crossed the threshold. And then he undressed me. Slowly, he kissed every swath of skin he uncovered, and when he was on his knees in front of me, having removed the last of my clothing, he used his lips then, too.
I think I’m a little bit in love with his lips. And his wicked, sinful tongue. But he won’t let me come again. Instead he brings me to the edge, letting me hang there. My cursing in frustration only makes him laugh, and reminds me that the decisions are his, and that he promised it would be worth it. It damn well better be.
He lays me down on the bed, hands stroking across my body and making me moan, making sure that my skin is on fire with lust for him. And he keeps his word again—tying me down. Cole pulls soft, fleece lined leather cuffs from below the bed. On at a time, he wraps them around my wrists and ankles, adjusting the length of rope until I barley have room to flex. Bound and stretched, completely at his mercy.
I don't think I’ve ever been more turned on. The tighter the ropes became the wetter I get, until I can feel it dripping from me, onto the bed. And right now, Cole can see it too. He’s standing at the end of the bed, admiring his handiwork. He has a satisfied smirk on his face, and he might as well be saying ‘I told you so, I knew this would turn you on.’ But he doesn’t say anything. He leans forward, dragging his fingers across my clit and pussy.
Then he comes to me. “Open.”
I do, and he lowers those same fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
A simple, brutal command. I obey, tasting myself on his fingers, overwhelming arousal washing over me. “I almost regret our rules. The condom. I would fuck you till you came and have you clean your juices off my cock. I’d do it over and over again until you’d come so much you couldn’t remember your own name. And then I’d fuck you again, and I’d come so deeply inside you that you’d never forget it.”
Never in my life have I made a sound that I would consider a whimper, but that’s what I do. With his fingers in my mouth and my own taste on my tongue, the image he paints is so vivid that I want it.
“Rules are made to be broken,” I say as he pulls his fingers away, my voice hoarse with the lust building up inside me.
“Not when you’re the one who makes the rules.” He’s undressing now, every move quick and efficient, just like the last time.
“Especially when you’re the one making the rules,” I try to argue. “That’s really the only time you get to ignore them.”
Cole shakes his head. “No. Those two rules are not ones to break. We’ll just have to keep that idea for another time.” He’s grinning now, “But I will admit that seeing your lips wrapped around my cock is not something I want to wait for.”