Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Who knew there was this dominant side to my grumpy cowboy or that I would like it so much? I don’t owe him an explanation for what I wear or why I wear it. But there’s a part of me that wants Striker to know everything about me. If we’re only going to get tonight, then I want him to know all of me. “I started waitressing at a bar back in college. One of the girls there taught me the shorter my skirt, the bigger the tips.”
He grips my chin in one hand, his gaze boring into mine. “You don’t talk about other men when you’re sitting on my lap. Hell, you don’t ever talk about other men around me.”
I like this game we’re playing. The way he’s so possessive over me. I lean forward and bite his earlobe. Not hard, just enough to sting. Then I whisper, “Yes, sir.”
My reward is another sharp slap to my bottom. It burns, stoking the fire between my legs even more.
Striker makes a noise in the back of his throat. It sounds like a hum of approval. “You like pain with your pleasure.”
His words make me pause. I’ve never thought too much about what I wanted during sex. I mean, I’ve read a few romance novels. But nothing like what we’re doing now. No, in those books, the heroes were always gentle and treated their women like they were fragile. “I don’t know what I want. I’ve never done this before.”
As soon as I say the words, the truth hits me. I don’t want to be treated like I’m breakable. I want to be consumed and I want it to be by this gruff rancher right here. I want him to take his pleasure and help me find mine too.
“Fuck, you mean that sweet little cherry is just waiting for me?”
For just a moment, I’m worried that he’s going to call it off if I tell him the truth. The idea of lying to him starts to form but he’s reading my mind. He must be. Because next thing I know he spanks my body again. “You are never to lie to me, pearl. I will accept you no matter what.”
I close my eyes, my face heating. This is my first time and I’m with a man that likes to slap my bottom. Even more, I’m enjoying it. Practically begging him for more by offering my ass every time he does. “Yes, I have my cherry and I want it to be yours...if you’ll have it.” I stumble over the last part. He might think I’m a weirdo. I don’t know how many girls my age are still virgins. Don’t most of us lose it in high school?
Striker nips at my shoulder. “I’ll take that cherry. Take it because it belongs to me. Your whole body does, and I’ll teach you that tonight.”
Relief and excitement mix together at his words. He doesn’t think I’m weird. He’s not just accepting me. He’s claiming me and I wish it could be forever. I wish he would be the one I’d wake up to every morning.
“Before I make you cream all over my cock like a good girl, I’m gonna lick you. Lick it real good and get a taste of my cherry.”
I whimper at his words. My panties are soaking. I wonder if he can sense how wet I am.
“Now ask me nicely to lick your cherry,” he instructs.
I bury my head in his shoulder, not able to look at him. My face is on fire and my body is achy all over. I can’t wait much longer but I’ve also never done the dirty talk thing. “Please lick my cherry. Sir.” I add on the last word as an afterthought.
It earns me another squeeze on my ass. “I like it when you’re my respectful girl. Extra orgasms for you.”
He stands, lifting me easily as he does. He sets me on my feet, but I have to cling onto his arms because I’m wobbly. Apparently, I lose all sense of balance when I’m aroused.
Striker steadies me then reaches for my shirt. He has it up and over my head before I even realize what he’s doing. My skirt is next and it’s weird to let someone else undress me. It makes me feel submissive, like I’m his doll he can do whatever he wants to.
He lets out a low whistle and reaches for my bra. I try to put my hands over my breasts, but he stops me. He doesn’t even have to touch me. He just sends me a look and I know instantly that I’ve displeased him. I drop my hands.
“Thrust out those tits proudly,” he grinds out, palming himself through his pants. I don’t know how he hasn’t burst out of them yet. His bulge is huge.