Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“I’m not going to come.” She breathes heavily, fighting it.
“So you say.” My finger finds the sensitive nerve endings once again, and she shudders. “But you forget one very important thing…”
She swallows back a gasp of pleasure. “W-what?”
I brush my lips to hers. “I’m very good at making you come.”
I increase the pressure and pace of my finger and send her over the edge. She falls apart beneath me, her body succumbing to the ecstasy streaming through every limb, nerve, and fiber. I lean down to kiss her, and she cries out against my mouth, hating this and wanting it at the same time.
“What was that about not coming?” I rasp.
But it’s hard to tease her when I’m so fucking hard. Because watching her come and feeling how wet she is, has my body screaming for satisfaction.
“Fuck you,” she whispers against my lips.
I think about making her come again with my fingers, maybe add in some tongue, but there’s no way I’d survive.
“With pleasure,” I say, notching my cock to her and entering with one smooth thrust.
Her cry is husky and desperate as I rock my cock into her, and fuck, there is no fucking way I am going to last. Rory’s possessiveness and jealousy, combined with the tightness of her pussy, has me wanting to come before I’ve even fucking begun.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” I push in deeper, harder. “Just like I’m so fucking hard for you. Feel that, baby? Feel how fucking hard you make me?”
She whimpers and hearing her arousal makes my cock flinch. I’m aching to come. Need to come. Then she does the unthinkable. She tries to flip me and almost flies off the bed, but I roll with her so she doesn’t hurt herself until I’m on my back and she is above me. She climbs on, reclaims my cock, and begins rocking against me.
My hands go to her hips. “What are you doing?”
“You always think you’re in control.”
“I am always in control.”
“I mean self-control.”
“That’s what I mean.”
“You don’t get jealous?”
“Is this admitting you were jealous?” She glares at me, and I smile up at her. “Baby, I get jealous as hell. Seeing Merrick eye fucking you made me want to push all his teeth down his throat. But they were extenuating circumstances.”
“Extenuating circumstances?”
“Have you seen how beautiful you are?”
“Don’t try and sweet talk your way out of this.”
“Out of what?”
“I’m taking control.”
I grin at her, loving the way she’s slowly riding me. “If this is you taking control, then feel free to take control anytime you want.”
“I’m serious.”
“I can tell by the serious look on your face. Look… if it makes you feel better, I relinquish control over to you.”
“You couldn’t handle it if I were in control.”
“Is that a challenge? If so, then I accept. Do what you will to my body.”
“Will you do what I tell you to do?”
“I am at your service.”
“Okay, then prove this self-control of yours to me. Show me how you have sovereignty over everything you do.”
“With pleasure. Do your worst to me.”
“Fine. Don’t come.”
“Wait! What?”
“Don’t come until I tell you to.”
She starts to grind against me, and the slow build of heat ignites into a raging wildfire.
What the fuck have I agreed to?
“Are you trying to fucking kill me?”
“Not yet, not until I’ve won this challenge.”
I bite back the urge to come.
“And what do I get when I win?” I rasp.
“You can do anything you like to me.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Can I bend you over my Harley and fuck you?”
“I hope so.”
“Can I tie you up… handcuffs and rope?”
“You’d better.”
Jesus, this woman.
“You won’t win,” I rasp, trying desperately not to come.
Her grin is wicked. “You forget one thing.”
“What?”
She leans down. “I’m very good at making you come.”
Fuck.
How the tables have turned.
A warm flush spreads across my skin. My heart speeds up. My balls scream at me for a release. But I fight it.
I won’t lose this challenge.
But what she’s doing feels too good.
And the building tension is about to snap.
I grab her by the hips to stop her. “Don’t move,” I beg.
Christ, I’m so fucking turned on it feels like I’m going to die if I come. Like the sensation will shoot me so deep into outer space I might never find my way back to Earth.
Her dark gaze is seductive.
“What’s the matter, Ares? Are you about to lose control?”
I’m too busy waging a war with my orgasm in my head to reply.
“Just… catching… my… breath…”
Oh God, she feels good.
I rasp, “Just… I beg you… don’t… move.”
A smirk tugs at her kiss-swollen lips, and I think she’s going to do exactly what I’ve asked her not to do, just so I am at her mercy.
But she doesn’t move.
No, what she does is so much worse.
While her hips remain stationary, she tightens her pussy around my cock and starts to milk it slowly with a series of torturous tight pulses and throbbing flutters that are warm and wet and oh so good, and there is nothing on this planet strong enough to stop me from coming.