Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Are you really?” I rose and straddled him in the chair. There wasn’t really room, but I made it work, and he didn’t protest. His hands went right to my hips, holding me there.
He smiled. “I’m deadly no matter how controlled I am.”
I worked my hips against him. “Not to me.”
“You shouldn’t be mixed up in all this.”
I tilted my head as I considered that. “I never wanted to be involved in anything like this. But now…? I don’t regret meeting you or fucking you.”
He slid his hand into my hair and yanked my head to the side. “More,” I begged.
“Jesus, you’re too much.”
“Maybe I’m what you need.”
“I’m afraid you are.”
“Don’t be afraid. Just enjoy me.”
He ran his lips along my neck, making me shiver. I whimpered when he nipped at me. He kissed the outer edge of my ear, then whispered, “You really want this, don’t you?”
I nodded. “Do you?”
“Yes. I want you back in my bed. I want to bury myself in you. I want to know what it’s like to take your ass.”
I tried to move my hips, desperate for friction. My cock ached, and I needed more—needed his hand wrapped around it, needed to know he really would take what he wanted.
“You don’t care that I’m a guy? You want to fuck my ass? You think you can handle that?”
“Don’t think I haven’t given a good ass fucking before.”
I opened my eyes, fought against his grip so I could look at him. “It’s not the same. I mean, mechanically speaking, sure. But I don’t want you pretending. If you’re going to fuck me like this, I want you to know that I’m a man, that this is real—that you want me. I want you to wrap your hand around my cock and jerk me off. I want you to touch me everywhere. Don’t close your eyes. Don’t play games with me.”
He gripped my hair even harder, pulling it so hard I cried out as he drove his hips against mine. “Do you feel that?” He held my gaze as he spoke, his eyes dark as polished onyx. “Do you feel how hard I am?” He slid his cock against mine, and I sucked in my breath.
“Yes.”
He raised a brow, and I realized what he was waiting for. “Yes, sir.”
He smiled then. “You know I like when you say that. I’m hard for you. I don’t know why this is happening, but I’m not pretending. I want you—not as a substitute for anyone else, but because you’re beautiful and annoying and talkative, and for some reason, you have seduced me completely.”
“I guess I’m just good like that.” I loved the look on his face when I teased him, when I flirted outrageously. But inside, I was questioning everything. Why me? If he’d never liked men before, why was he attracted to me? I was nothing like the men he was around, nothing like what he would’ve chosen for himself. Unless what he really wanted and what he let everyone believe wasn’t the same at all. Did anyone know the real Dominic Marchesi? I would be honored to have that chance.
I looked into his eyes, holding his gaze as I stroked his cheek. “I would love for you to fuck me any way you want to. But I’d also just like you to kiss me again.”
I could tell it was the right thing to say by the way his eyes flashed. He pulled me to him, slower than I expected. He nipped at my bottom lip, and then he took my mouth fully, his tongue pushing into me the way I wanted to feel his cock pushing deep into my ass.
Finally, he eased his hold on my hips so I could work them against him. “Feels so good. I love having your cock against mine. I want you to fill me with it in every possible way.”
He growled and pulled me tighter against him. I kissed him again as he pushed his hand into the opening of my robe, running it up my back, then caressing my chest and making me gasp as he pinched my nipples. He seemed desperate to explore every inch of me, and there was nothing I wanted more.
“Off,” he snarled against my lips as he shoved the robe from my shoulders. I let it drop to my wrists, then pulled it off and dropped it on the floor.
Dom’s eyes widened as he stared at my body. “How are you so fucking beautiful? What is it about you?” He wrapped my hair around one of his fingers. I watched as he studied it, slowly stretching the curl and then letting it go. “You’re fucking bewitching.”
“Would you believe me if I told you no one has ever thought that before?”
He raised his brows.
“I swear. It’s not like I’ve never dated or anything, and I mean, you know, I can get a hookup whenever.”