Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
My heart falters, and it shouldn’t betray me in such a way, especially considering the circumstances.
“How many did you take?” I ask, looking down at the big problem.
He shrugs a little and looks away. “Three.”
“Three?!”
A nervous laugh escapes him now. “I thought because I was bigger, the normal dose wouldn’t be effective. And so I wanted to try it, but I’ve been beating it out for thirty minutes already.”
I snort, trying to contain my laugh, and his devilish grin matches mine. “You think this is so funny, don’t you? You should be punished for that.”
“Okay, well, it was nice to see you. I’m going now,” I tease again. “I’m sure you can find someone else to help with that situation.”
“Yeah, you.” He nods, pressing his hard cock against me. My pussy starts pounding, and I struggle with any restraint as I look between us.
“What do I get out of this?” I purr as I trace my fingers against the edge of his towel. His breath hitches as he watches me tease him.
“What do you mean, what do you get? You get me. Making you scream my name,” he replies arrogantly.
“Nah, I think I’m good.” I go to push past him, but he presses his weight firmly against me, all his games done with. Oh, he must be hurting.
“Little tracker.” His tone is a warning. “You aren’t allowed to leave until my cock has gone down.”
I dance my fingers feather-light against his chest and then bring them up to cup his cheek. His eyes search mine desperately, forever with that mischievous twinkle. The games we taunt one another with. The back and forth. The wins. It’s always rushing to the surface when I’m with Hawke. “Only if you agree to wear the collar and leash at the next party. Otherwise, your hand is gonna get a good workout.”
He looks to the ceiling and curses under his breath. “Fine. Promise.”
I raise my pinkie, victorious, as he hooks it with his. Then he grabs me under the ass and lifts me onto the counter. My heart is pounding from the way he looks at me, promising to devour with the urgency of saving his cock, which just so happens to be this man’s life force.
“You so better make me scream,” I say as I flick off his towel and look at the formidable opponent. His cock is very hard, and I wonder if it’s actually painful, considering he just popped Viagra like it was candy.
“I’ll do worse than that,” he promises as his hands move to the hem of my dress, and he slowly drags his fingertips over my skin, lifting the material past my hips and exposing my black panties. I reach for his cock and clamp my fist around it. “Fuck,” he curses as it twitches in my hands. “Fuck, you always feel so good. Taste good too,” he says with a smirk as he drops to his knees, letting my hand fall to my side as he leans in and then bites my left hip. As he pulls back, he takes my panties with him and then proceeds to drag them down my legs. I thought we were here for him, but I’m all for how Hawke always worships me, even when he’s in a very compromising situation. Not once has this man had sex with me and only thought of satisfying himself.
He proceeds to pepper my stomach with kisses and then drags his tongue lower. One thing Hawke is amazing at is pleasing a woman. And he knows it. He always takes his time with a woman’s body and treasures every inch of it, not just with his hands but with his mouth as well. I think it’s one of the reasons I’ve always struggled with other men, and I compare them to him. Not that I would ever tell him that; he doesn’t need any help in the ego department from me, that’s for sure.
His tongue moves lower to my slit, and he slides it between my folds. A moan escapes me as I bunch the dress in my fists. I’m already soaking wet for him. So while I enjoy his mouth being between my legs, my body is aching for the friction I know he can give me once his cock slides inside. He grips both of my hips as his tongue keeps sliding over my clit. My head drops back, and I pull the dress up and off until I’m naked.
“Stop,” I tell him, and he does without hesitation. “Lie down.” Again, he does what I tell him to do. He doesn’t ever question me. He stretches out on the cool tile floor as I step over him until I’m standing above his hips, his cock below me. He places both hands behind his head as if he’s relaxing, waiting for me to do something. I wonder how long I could make him lie there without trying to touch me. It’d be torturous for him, but I wouldn’t be doing myself any favors either. Since having Hawke in my life like this, I’ve become needy, as if there’s an urgency to be together as many times as possible before we won’t be able to do this anymore. It makes me almost desperate. I drop down to my knees and hover just above his cock.