Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“How about I just don’t speak badly about you at all? Ever?”
“That works,” she told him.
“Yeah. That fucking works all right.” He ran his hand down her ass and between her legs. “Fuck, this ass.”
She tensed slightly.
“Best ass I’ve ever seen. First time I saw it in a pair of jeans . . . nearly lost my mind. I should get you to wear a sack when you’re around other people. I don’t want other men looking at what’s mine.”
He was full of it.
But she couldn’t say she didn’t like it.
“What about you? Any hard limits?” she asked.
He grunted. “I don’t like humiliation, either. And while I’ll happily make you come at the club if you want, I won’t be fucking you there. I want that to be just between the two of us.”
Oh. She liked that.
He pushed her legs apart and ran his fingers along her slit before pushing one finger inside her.
She slumped against the counter as he pushed his finger in and out of her pussy.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, leaning against the counter as her legs grew weak.
In and out his finger moved. Slowly and steadily.
“You are nice and wet. What a good girl for me.”
That was her. Such a good girl.
Actually, she didn’t think that anyone had ever called her a good girl before him.
Suddenly, he drew his finger out of her pussy.
“Noo,” she cried. “Don’t stop.”
“Not stopping, baby.” Turning her, he lifted her onto the counter.
She squealed as her hot ass touched the cool counter. “Ow! My butt hurts.”
“Good,” he murmured with a wicked grin.
“You are so mean,” she told him.
“Yep. I am.” Placing his hand around the back of her head, he took her mouth with his again.
It didn’t take long until she had forgotten about her sore bottom as he made the world disappear.
“Hands behind you again. I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if you move them.”
“I’ll do it. I’m a good fucking girl after all,” she said with a grin.
“We’ll see. Not sure you can be all that good for long.”
“Hey! I take offense to that.”
“Do you?”
Nah. Not really. It was basically the truth.
He settled between her legs and moved his mouth along her jawline, then down her neck to where it met her shoulder.
A shiver ran through her.
That felt sooo good.
His mouth moved lower, down to her breasts. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he sucked.
Oh God.
“Please, please,” she begged.
“Please what?”
She wasn’t even sure.
Please more. Please don’t stop.
“I don’t know. Just please.”
He chuckled. “Your wish is my command, baby.”
Well. She didn’t think that was entirely true. If it was, she’d get to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted and she wouldn’t have a hot ass right now.
Whatever.
You liked it.
You like the pain. It helps clear your mind of the junk.
“Ouch!” She glared down at him, moving her hand to cup her breast. “Did you just pinch my nipple?”
He gave her a firm look. “Sure did, Gem. And you know why.”
“I do?”
“Your mind was wandering again. And now your hand is too.”
Uh-oh.
She removed her hand, putting it back behind her. “I’m sorry! Please let me come.”
A wicked look entered his face. “You’ll come. It will just take a while.”
He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the living room.
“I don’t like the sound of that,” she told him.
“You shouldn’t.” He set her on her couch and dragged her hips to the edge before kneeling down between her legs.
And then his mouth was on her pussy.
And it was so damn good that her breath caught. She ran her hands over his head, pushing him into her without meaning to.
“Hands behind you,” he ordered.
She groaned but quickly moved them.
“That’s better,” he told her as he ran his tongue along her slit.
Flicking his tongue against her clit, he drove her higher and higher until she knew she was close to coming.
Then he drew away.
“Nooo,” she moaned. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Please let me come.”
“My poor girl.” He grabbed her feet, putting them up on the edge of the sofa, widening her thighs. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Couldn’t I touch you?” she asked.
“No. Not yet.” He grabbed her arms, drawing her hands out and then placing them on her knees. “Keep them there.”
Seriously.
She’d never met a man like this. One who seemed to enjoy playing with her, touching her . . . tasting her.
He returned his mouth to her pussy, torturing her this time with slow flicks of his tongue. How did he know just where to touch her?
Again, when she grew close, he drew away.
“You. Are. So. Mean.” She narrowed her gaze at him.
“Now, you’re not sounding very apologetic,” he warned. “I thought a girl that wanted to come might speak nicer.”
“You suck.”
He smiled that smile again.
And she swallowed heavily.
Then he upped the ante. The bastard.
Yep. He took his clothes off.