Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
I smacked her ass, holding her thighs tight so she couldn’t escape.
“No.”
Then I smacked her ass again. It felt good. It wasn’t hard, and she didn’t object.
I turned and headed to the house, berating her the entire way.
“You don’t make the rules here, Casey.”
Smack.
“I said one set of wind chimes, and you knew what I meant. Finding a loophole doesn’t make it right.”
Smack.
“If I tell you something, you better listen.”
Smack.
“If I have to lock you in the house while I’m gone to stop you causing trouble, I will.”
Smack.
“Those wind chimes are going in the garbage tomorrow.”
Smack.
That one got me a retaliatory smack on my ass, which felt more like a little tap. She argued the whole time, muttering under her breath, grabbing at my ass, trying to slap me—her ineffectual attempts only making me madder and turning me on even more.
I had never wanted a woman the way I wanted her right now. And I wanted her to know exactly who was in charge.
I stormed into the house, shutting the door behind me. As I thundered through the kitchen, she yelled, “There’s a roast in the oven!”
“Too bad,” I snapped.
“Onion gravy,” she responded.
I stepped back and turned off the oven. Dinner shouldn’t suffer because of her bad judgment.
I walked through her space, noting the animals on the sofa looking at us in curiosity but not moving. I stopped and petted Miller’s head. “Good boy,” I muttered.
“Getting dizzy here,” Casey yelped.
I smacked her ass harder. “Then stay out of fucking trees.”
“What are you doing?” she shrieked. “Let me down.”
I kept walking, cutting through the closet, heading upstairs, tapping her butt every step. “Be quiet.”
In my room, I set her on her feet, and she stepped back, glaring.
“Are you done manhandling me now?”
“I’m just getting started.”
“Who do you think—”
I held up my hand, silencing her.
“Get on your knees, Pixie.”
Her eyes went wide.
I pointed to the floor.
“Now.”
CASEY
His commanding words and the way he was towering over me, furious and bossy, shouldn’t have turned me on.
But they did.
The moment I heard his voice earlier, I knew it was okay. I was okay. Jesse would rescue me and make sure I was safe.
But right now, he was angry. Mad that I had climbed the tree. Furious because it was for wind chimes. Turned on because I defied him. Demanding my compliance to lessen his anxiety.
Anxiety I had caused him.
He wanted to rebalance the scales.
I dropped to my knees.
He glared down at me, his shoulders stiff, breathing hard. His hair was all over the place, his hands fisted tightly. He tore his shirt over his head, his chest pumping hard.
He stared at me, his silent command screaming in the air.
I pulled down his sweats, his erect cock springing free.
Hard, leaking, and needing me.
We hadn’t done this yet. It seemed only right it happen now.
I wrapped my hand around him, his skin soft over the rock-hard feeling of his cock. I pumped him a couple of times, and he hissed, moving closer.
“If I wanted a hand job, Pixie, I’d do it myself.”
His voice was low, rough with desire.
The independent woman side of me was screaming, telling me to rise to my feet and tell him to jerk himself off.
The wanton, horny side of me slapped her and covered her mouth with duct tape.
This was happening.
We both wanted it.
I was shocked how much I wanted it.
I leaned forward, sliding him into my mouth. He was thick, hot, hard. I sucked lightly, teasing the head, then took him deeper, swirling my tongue along his length. I pulled back until his tip was resting on my bottom lip, and I kissed it.
He groaned. “Tease.”
I took him in my hand, running my tongue along the underside of him, tracing the vein that ran along his length. I cupped his balls as I kissed all over his cock, suckled the head, and looked up at him.
“You have a beautiful cock,” I praised him.
He was flushed, breathing hard. He lifted one eyebrow. “More sucking. Less talking.”
But his voice was no longer angry. It was filled with need. Desperate. Begging.
“Someone needs to learn to take a compliment.”
Then I wrapped my mouth around him again.
I wasn’t sure if his shout was amused or satisfied.
Maybe both.
JESSE
Jesus, her mouth. I swore it was pure magic. Her tongue played and licked as she sucked and took me deep. She swallowed around me, the sensation so great, I buried my hands in her hair, praising her, begging for more.
More of what, I had no idea, but I wanted it.
I cupped her scalp, holding her close, but not so hard she couldn’t breathe. She cupped my ass as she swallowed and lapped, keeping me in place. Her hair was silk in my fists as I gripped her ponytail. Her mouth was heaven. I groaned her name when she teased my balls, rolling them in her mouth as she pumped my cock, then swallowed me down again. I cursed as she stroked her finger along my perineum, the gentle action making me shiver.