Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 40942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
“I know. But let’s not talk about you touching other men. Ever again.” He gave her a stern look and she bit her lip, looking chagrined.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“It’s all right. Now, touch me again. It feels so fucking good.”
She took hold of his dick. This time, her touch was firmer as she ran her hand up and down his shaft.
“That’s it, darlin’. Bit faster. Squeeze me at the base. Fuck, yes.”
“It really feels good?” Blakely asked, her attention fully on his dick.
“Yeah, you have no idea.”
“Can I put my mouth on you now?”
“I need you to get naked first.” Stafford reached down to grab her, putting her on her feet. Then he helped her strip off her clothes. “God, you’re so damn beautiful. And mine.” He grasped hold of her chin, tilting her head back. “No other man is allowed to touch what belongs to me, understand?”
“I understand.”
“Maybe I sound like a possessive asshole, but I don’t share. Fuck, I’m fighting the urge to lock you up and keep you all to myself.”
“That might not work since Kiesha invited me to their next quiz night.”
“Quiz night?” he asked.
“Uh-huh. They have them each Thursday at The Wishing Well. Apparently, they’re heaps of fun and Kiesha’s team wins every week because Juliet is really smart. Can we go?”
To a quiz night at The Wishing Well?
“We don’t have to,” she said hastily. “In fact, it doesn’t sound like something I would like.”
Shit.
What was he doing? He was being an idiot. She never asked for anything. If she wanted to go to a quiz night, he’d make it happen.
“Of course we can go.”
A smile lit up her face. “We can?”
“Sure, darlin’. But I’m going with you. And that asshole better not even look your way.”
He could still see the way that jerk had been staring at his girl.
“Aiden is a nice guy,” she said.
He shot her a look.
“Who is dead to me. Totally dead,” she said hastily.
“That’s better. But I’m going to need you to convince me that it’s me you want.”
“How do you want me to do that?” she asked breathlessly.
“Sit back down,” he ordered.
She sat on the bed.
“Now grasp my cock around the base and lean forward, lick across the head. That’s it. Do that again. Good girl. You’re doing so well.”
She glanced up at him.
Fuck, that was even hotter. Having her gaze on him as she played with him.
“Good girl, keep your eyes on me as you take just the head into your mouth. Now suck. That’s it. You’re doing so fucking well. You have no idea of how good that is. Pull back. Grasp me tighter around the base and lick your way down the shaft. Fuck.”
He was breathing heavily.
He hadn’t thought it would be this hard to keep himself under control. But he was gritting his teeth against the feel of her tentative tongue strokes.
“That’s it. Now take me back into your mouth. Take me as deep as you can. That’s it. Suck. God, darlin’. That feels incredible.”
And he was close to breaking.
The need to pick her up, throw her on the bed, and fuck her until he couldn’t remember his own name was overwhelming.
He had to take deep, slow breaths to keep himself from coming in her mouth.
“Good. That’s it. Take me in and out of your mouth. You’re doing so well. Take me deep and suck. Christ. Hell. Okay, darlin’. Enough.” Stepping back, he reached down and picked her up, throwing her on the bed.
“Hey! I wasn’t finished!” she cried.
“Yes, you are.”
“But I wanted to give you pleasure, to make you come.” Her cheeks were pink as she said that.
Too adorable.
“Darlin’, you gave me so much pleasure, I was almost seeing stars. But I want to be in your pussy when I come. However, first I need to make sure that you’re ready for me.” He kneeled on the bed. “Spread your legs and show me.”
“I’m ready,” she said in a high-pitched voice.
So adorable.
“Show me,” he commanded. “Pull your legs back against your chest and spread them wide. I want to see every inch of your pussy.”
A small squeak escaped her. “Stafford!”
He leaned over her, resting his hands on the bed on either side of her head. “There’s something I need to make clear.”
“What’s that?” she whispered.
“I think you know that I’m bossy.”
“Uh, yeah. I’ve noticed that a time or two.” Her eyes danced with amusement.
“Brat. Well, I like to be in charge. All the time. During sex. Before it. After. Everywhere. All. The. Time. Can you deal with that?”
She swallowed heavily. “What if I don’t want to do something you want me to do?”
“Do you remember your safeword?”
“Red.”
“If I tell you to do something that upsets you, if you’re in pain, scared, whatever, you say it and I will stop.”
“Even out of the bedroom? Like, if you tell me to do the dishes and I don’t want to?”