Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
I just have to keep it together for another hour, two at the most. Then she’s all mine, and I’m going to enjoy showing her exactly what that means.
I’m watching SportsCenter from the hotel bed, a glass of whiskey in hand, when I hear Jules opening the room’s door later that night.
She comes in, softly closing the door behind her. I click the TV remote to turn it off, getting up.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” I ask, still glowering.
She studies me, licking her lips. I took off my shoes, jacket, shirt, vest and tie, down to my pants and T-shirt now.
“I enjoyed myself as much as you did in this room earlier.” She flicks off her heels.
Her cheeks are flushed and a few pieces of hair have fallen loose from her elegant style. She pulls more pins out, her hair falling around her shoulders piece by piece. I watch her, mesmerized.
Once her hair is all down, she walks over to me and turns, moving her hair over one shoulder. “Unzip me?”
I put a hand on her hip and kiss her bare shoulder, my tension easing now that I can finally touch her. She tips her head back on my shoulder as I slide down the zipper on the back of her dress.
There’s no bra strap. I slide my hand into the back of her dress and around to one of her breasts, cupping it. She gasps. I lock my other arm around her waist, my mouth next to her ear.
“I don’t like other men thinking they can have you,” I say, my voice a low rumble. “I don’t even like them looking.”
“Your jealousy turns me on, though. And you know I only want you.”
I graze the pad of my thumb over her nipple, then pinch it. She cries out, pressing the back of her body against me.
“Little-girl games mean little-girl consequences.” I slide the dress from her shoulder. “Hope you can take it as well as you give it.”
“I can.” She’s breathless, panting softly as I slide the dress from her other shoulder and wiggle it past her hips.
Her body is everything I dreamed of and more. I explore it, teasing her nipples and making her shudder by lightly grazing my fingertips over her skin. When I drag my knuckles down her underwear like I did earlier, she moans, pressing back against my erection.
She turns and looks up at me, her hands on my chest while mine cup her ass.
“I want this,” she says, her expression serious. “I know I can’t have all of you, but I want whatever I can get. As long as I’m the only one.”
I almost laugh at that. “You know I’m out of my mind for you.”
“Things change, though. And I expect you to tell me when they do.”
I don’t want to think about that right now. Because things will change, but not like she’s thinking. She won’t settle for part of me when she could have all of someone else.
“You do the same for me,” I say.
She tugs my T-shirt up and I pull it off.
“I have a birth control implant. And I’ve been tested for everything.”
“So have I.” I step back, looking at her. “Now turn around and put your hands on the bed.”
Her dress falls to the floor and she steps out of it, then bends to press her palms to the mattress.
I’m so fucking hard. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to be buried inside her right now. But I’m not an overeager young buck. I can hold out until she’s begging me to fuck her.
I slide her underwear down just enough to reveal her full, round ass.
“Little-girl games get you spankings,” I say as I squeeze one ass cheek, then the other.
I smooth my bare hand over her ass, her body taut and still with anticipation. The sound of me unbuckling my pants makes her whine softly. She’s so goddamn sexy.
I push my pants and boxers to the ground, palming my cock. When I drag the tip along the crack of her ass, a ragged exhale shudders out of her.
“I can’t wait to bury my cock in your ass. You’ll take every inch of it, won’t you, good girl?”
“Yes.” The word pours out of her in a rush.
Cum drips from the tip of my cock, and I rub it on her hole, then stroke my fingers over it.
“Oh god, Noel.”
I move my hand back and slap her ass hard. She jolts and moans at the same time. When I do it again, she fists the sheets. I think she likes it, but I have to know before I continue.
“More?”
“Yes. More.” She gets up on all fours, looking at me over her shoulder.
I smack her ass again, then smooth my palm over the warm skin. After the fourth slap, I slide my fingers down to her pussy.