Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I loved it, but I wanted him to take even more of the lead.
I wanted him to fist my hair hard and take over. Show me exactly what he wanted. Tell me what to do. There was something so freeing in being with a man who had that alpha male strength without being a total dick.
His voice shifted to a deep growl as he said, “Are you gonna be my good girl?“
I screamed my assent around his cock, and he groaned.
“I can’t take it anymore, sugar. I need to see all of you. Stand up and take off your clothes for me. Give me a real good strip tease.”
Oh, damn. Sexy commands in that deep growly voice? It was so hot. I obeyed, pulling my lips off his dick with a pop and lifting my gaze to his. I made a show of rising to my feet, unbuttoning my blouse and bra, and stepping out of the skirt.
Roy grabbed the base of his cock and stroked it from root to tip as his gaze raked over every inch of me.
God, no one had ever made me feel this way before. Like I was so beautiful. Like I was so sexy. I’d always been the nerdy accountant. The pretty but quiet Korean girl who kept her head down in school and studied hard, so she could create a safe, stable environment, where she didn’t have to count on a man for her financial stability or survival. Now I was the woman who made a man like Roy’s eyes fill with lust. I had on no panties, and my ripped skirt had fallen to the floor. It felt as if my perfection was marred. Yet it obviously turned him on, and I liked feeling I somehow had the power. I liked it a lot that I was a little dirty.
Maybe I hadn’t put myself out there like this before with other guys. But with Roy, I didn’t seem to need to do or be anything different than who I was. He seemed to find this version of me–the freaked out running from the mob basket case me as well as the vixen me–perfect.
Then again, was that a warning sign?
I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. I stood naked in front of a gorgeous man who was devouring my body with his gaze. I didn’t want to think about all my reservations. I just wanted to reward him for opening up to me.
Or maybe to reward him for being so besotted with me.
Roy pinned me with a heated look. He crooked his finger. In a different situation, I might be offended at being at his beck and call. But he seemed to understand that this was just a game we were playing. He seemed to understand that I liked him acting bossy in bed. And he also seemed to know the difference when I didn’t.
Wait–was that true? He had thrown me over his shoulder to put me in the van.
No. Not thinking about it. Delete delete delete.
Whatever the case, my body hadn’t hesitated the way my mind did. I stepped right forward, and the moment I got within arm’s length, he grasped my waist and picked me up.
Roy was impossibly strong! He lifted me straight up, so my knees hooked over his shoulders, my pussy angled right in front of his face. The stubble of his beard rasped against my inner thighs. His tongue hooked between my labia, rolling over my already swollen clit.
I screamed, a mini orgasm rocketing through me. Holy shit. It’d never been this easy for me to come before and definitely not multiple times in a row. Roy seemed to know exactly how to touch me to get me off.
I felt boneless as he picked me up again, and this time we were moving, but I was too blissed out to notice where he was taking me.
I felt the soft mattress at my back, and I blinked my eyes open to see Roy looming over me. He grinned. “Another.”
Another?
He kissed down my body to my core where his tongue never hesitated in the lashing he was giving my aching nub. Again.
I tugged at his hair, pulling his face in, craving more as I came with my pussy contracting around air.
Roy lifted his head and grinned, his lips glossy with my juices. “You taste so good.“
He grasped my hips and rolled me over to my belly.
I cried out in surprise.
“Spread your legs.”
I bent my knees up, and he growled.
My pussy contracted. I heard the rustle of clothing as Roy no doubt stepped out of his jeans and boxers, then the snap of a condom wrapper. I slid my hand down between my legs to touch the place I ached.
“Ah ah.” Roy climbed over me. “That’s my job.”
He lifted my hips to slide his fingers over mine. I was so sensitive I wasn’t sure if I wanted more of his touch or less.