Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
“Let’s go,” I whisper, grazing his bottom lip with my teeth. “Your cock would be much more comfortable with my lips wrapped around it.”
Tyler groans, a low sounds that reverberates through me. “Don’t say things like that, or I’ll skip the hand-tying and have you suck me off in the car.”
“I can do both,” I say into his ear before stepping away.
His eyes flare with heat, a possessive, threatening heat, and I grab my purse. We stop briefly to say goodbye to Aaron and Dayton. Then, moments later, we’re in the elevator and my back is against the wall.
Tyler kisses me without warning, without preemptive speech or indication. It’s hard and rough and raw. His hand fists my hair and tugs painfully, making me moan into his mouth. He takes the opening and thrusts his tongue between my lips. It’s so forceful that I can feel my lips swelling with the pressure, becoming tender beneath his mouth’s assault.
He releases me a second before the doors open, and I barely have time to reorient myself before he whisks me out of the elevator and into the lobby. With one arm around my waist, he pulls my shaky body through the people entering and outside. The car pulls up and Tyler steps forward to open the door.
I take a deep, shuddery breath and slide across the smooth, leather seats. He gets in after me, adjusts his tie, and tells the driver to drive straight to my apartment.
The engine rumbles to life. Is this it? Finally the moment where he’ll let me taste him properly? Or will he force me to wait although it’s clear that it’s the one thing I want more than anything?
He answers my question by snatching my purse from my hand and dumping it on the floor. He yanks me toward him before grabbing my hips and depositing me on his lap so I’m straddling him.
His erection rubs against my center, hard and firm, and he cups my ass, drawing us ever closer. His lips touch my collarbone in an openmouthed kiss and travel across it to my neck.
“As much as I would love to unzip my pants and force your mouth around my cock, my desire to have you on your knees and tied while you do it is stronger.” He kisses down to and over my breasts. “So I’m going to tease you… By the time we reach your apartment, you’ll be on the brink of an orgasm. But you won’t come.”
“I won’t?” I gasp at the feel of his teeth nipping my breast.
“No. Tonight is about me. Tonight, you exist only to pleasure me. You won’t come until I say so. Understand?”
I drop my head back when his tongue dips inside the dress and flicks across my nipple. He lifts me, sliding his hands beneath my dress. His hand connects with my bare ass in a sharp slap that echoes through the car.
“Understand?”
“Yes. I understand.”
“Good.” He rubs the spot he just smacked to soothe it.
His hand comes between us and I hear the sound of a zipper undoing. Slowly, he lowers me back down.
“You won’t need these…” A rip fills the air as my thong is torn from my body.
My mouth forms a silent ‘o.’ Did he just seriously rip my panties?
“Challenge accepted and accomplished,” he murmurs, pressing my now-bare cunt against his hard cock.
One hand in my hair and one on my ass, he covers my mouth with his and pushes me against him. His hips grind beneath me, rubbing his shaft against me, teasing me in the most deliciously awful way. My body soon responds and I find myself gyrating against him instead.
My muscles tighten as my release builds slowly, the feeling of his hardness beneath my softness and his tongue dominating my mouth too much to bear.
Even he groans, and it’s a sound I hear everywhere, I feel everywhere. Another groan, one that mixes with a cry of my own. A tightness of my muscles, a building heat inside, and then…
“Sir? We’re here now.”
Tyler slides me back with a gentle bite on my bottom lip. “Looks like you’re saving that one for later.”
Oh my god. He actually just denied me my orgasm. On the fucking brink of it, too.
I’m ready to slap him, to slam him back in the chair and demand he finish me off… But I can’t. Here, I have no control. I don’t want any control. I want to be controlled.
So I grab my purse and follow him from the car without a word. My body is trembling, begging for the finish, and my clit is aching so painfully that I’m tempted to turn around and finish myself off.
“Don’t even think about doing it yourself,” Tyler orders like he can read my mind. “I want to know that, when you come later—because you will, I promise you—you’ve been waiting for it. I want to know your orgasm has been building for as long as I’ve wanted it to. I want to know that, when you come, Liv, it’ll be the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever had.”