Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Heart racing, I licked my suddenly dry lips as I looked at Ramsay’s impressive cock.
He stroked it, his gaze turning low-lidded as he turned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He placed his hands behind him, spreading his muscular thighs, his cock bobbing between them.
“Come to me, angel.”
I crossed to him, and he reached for me, gripping my waist in his strong hands. Ramsay coasted his palms down my back, over my ass, giving my cheeks a squeeze. “I’ve missed you,” he admitted gruffly.
Caressing his cheeks, feeling his close-trimmed beard prickle my palms, emotion thickened my throat as I whispered, “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
“Good,” he grunted, making me smile. “Boots off.”
I kicked them off, my breaths growing shallow with mounting lust. Then he unzipped my jeans, the zipper loud in the silence of the room. My belly clenched again and my wetness intensified. Steadying myself on his shoulders as Ramsay tugged down my jeans, I lifted each leg to help him discard them. Holding my gaze again, he slipped his thumb beneath my underwear, pushing against my clit.
I moaned, arching into the pressure.
“Always so wet for me, angel.”
“Yes.”
“Is it just for me?” he asked.
I opened my eyes at the territorial question. “Yes,” I promised. “Only you.”
Satisfaction hardened his expression as he wrapped his free hand around his cock. “Good. Because this is only for you.”
I swayed as he circled my clit and then he stopped but only to grip my hips and pull me to his face. Ramsay nudged his nose against the fabric of my panties, pushing close to breathe me in, mouthing me through the material. I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair as his palms smoothed down my ass and under the panty line to cup my bare cheeks. His tongue pushed the fabric against my clit, and I groaned as it triggered another wave of arousal.
Impatience rode me, but Ramsay seemed in the mood to take his time.
He leaned back to peel my underwear down my thighs but just enough. He left them mid-thigh and looked up at me as he slipped two fingers in me. I inhaled sharply at the pressure and his cool gray eyes turned hot.
“I forgot how good you taste. How good you feel. So fucking hot and wet and tight.” He ran his tongue up my opening, tasting me even as he finger-fucked me. “So mine.”
“Yes.” My fingers tightened in his hair. “Yours.”
“Take your top off. Bra too.”
I followed his orders, shivering at the hungry way his eyes ravaged me as my nipples peaked in the cool air. Dropping the shirt and bra at our feet, I waited for his next move.
He pushed me back so he could lower himself to his knees and then pull me to his face again.
“My underwear,” I gasped out, wanting to shove them down my legs.
“Keep them there.” His eyes flashed. “Do you even know how sexy you look right now?”
Before I could answer, he buried his face between my legs and began to lick and suck and devour me. His beard scratched and tickled my inner thighs, adding a spectacular element of sensation.
My cries filled the bedroom as the tension coiled and tightened like a spring. Ramsay steadied me with strong hands on my hips until the tension tightened too far and I exploded.
Knees trembling, I grabbed his shoulders, shuddering against his mouth as he drank up every drop of my release. Ramsay settled back, holding me steady. My skin was so hot, I felt like I was feverish and my inner muscles still throbbed as if searching for the thicker sensation of his cock.
He stood and wiped a thumb over his lip. “On the bed.”
I moved to push my underwear down, but he gently touched my chin with two fingers.
“Keep them where they are and lie down on the bed on your back. Arms up.”
It was a little awkward to get onto the bed with my panties around my thighs, but I knew what arms up meant and I eagerly crawled onto the bed for it.
Sure enough, Ramsay moved around the room as I settled on my back, his cock a purple-red, pulsing and veiny, and clearly in desperate need to be inside me.
He opened the bottom drawer of his dresser and pulled out the soft leather rope. From his bedside table he pulled out the condoms. I raised an eyebrow at how he tore off the packet to put aside.
Ramsay smiled slightly, though his expression was too intense with need for real amusement. “I’m going to take you many times tonight.”
Oh.
My stomach muscles clenched. “I want that too.”
“Oh I already know that, angel,” he said with a cocky arrogance that shouldn’t have been hot but totally was.
Then he proceeded to loop the ties around my wrists, drawing them just tight enough before he tied them to the headboard, securing me to it.