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)
His voice was low and gravelly. “I don’t like to think about anyone else touching you. You’re mine.”
I shivered. I wanted that to be true. And that was very, very dangerous.
“Up,” he ordered. I steadied myself on his shoulders and rose up on my knees so I could look down at him. He gripped my ass, squeezing my cheeks. “You like that? You know you’ve got a great ass.”
“I work hard for it.”
His grin nearly melted me. “I know. I’ve seen you.”
“Have you been spying on me?”
“And what if I have?”
“It’s fucking hot.” I ran my thumb along his scarred cheek and felt him shiver.
“Does that hurt you?”
He shook his head. “No, I just…” He took my wrist and pulled my hand away from his face. “I’m not ready for that.”
“Okay. What are you ready for? Watching me ride you?”
He made a strangled noise as he stared at me.
“Did I surprise you?”
“Hold on,” he ordered me as he gripped the sides of the chair and lifted himself to standing, keeping me wrapped around him. Once he was on his feet, his hands grasped my ass as I crossed my legs behind him. His leg threatened to give, but he straightened and began to move.
“You can’t carry me.”
He snarled. “Don’t tell me what I can do.”
When he tossed me on the bed, I stretched out, showing off my naked body. His intake of breath made me smile. Once again, he gave me a slow once-over. “You like watching me.”
“I do. I like carrying you too.”
“Mmmm. You’re so fucking strong.”
“I am. I will never let myself be weak. Those weeks I spent in rehab were hell. No one is going to fuck me over like that again.”
“You made one mistake, Dom. Think of all the times you didn’t fail, all the times you hit your mark.”
“It doesn’t matter. That one time could’ve been the end. It almost was.”
“I’m really glad it wasn’t. Are you going to undress for me?” I gave him a slow once-over, letting my gaze rest extra long on the bulge in his pajama pants.
“No. I told you that’s not an option.”
“Okay, then.” I stretched out and patted the bed beside me. “Come lay down so I can ride you. Oh, and do you have some lube around here somewhere? I sure hope so. I’d hate to have to run to my room.”
“In the drawer.” He gestured toward the nightstand. I leaned over, opened it, looked inside, then a big sigh of disappointment. “No toys in here with it. I mean, a boy could always hope.” I winked at him. “I suppose riding you will have to do.”
“What if I want to fuck you from behind? What if I want to pin you down and hold you by the throat?”
“Jesus, that sounds hot, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I want this to be relaxing for you. You don’t have to keep proving yourself to me.”
He didn’t say anything else, but he started to help. I laid the lube beside him, straddled him, and pulled his pants down enough to free his cock. I ran a finger along the hard ridge. “Fucking beautiful.”
Dom studied me with a hungry look. “Just because you’re riding me doesn’t mean you’re in control. You will do exactly what I say.”
“Are you always this bossy?”
“Yes, I thought that was obvious.”
“There’s a lot of things about you that are obvious. You just don’t like to admit it.”
“Shut up and come here. I’m ready to split you open. I want to hear all the little sounds you make. I want to hear you whimper.”
“You like to talk in bed.”
“I do with you. Usually, I just give commands. I don’t know what you’ve done to me.”
“I know what I will do with you.” I straddled him, took the lube, and squirted some on my fingers. Then I braced myself on one arm while I reached behind myself with the other, rubbing the lube over my hole, closing my eyes and letting him know how much I enjoyed it.
“You better open yourself up good and wide. I don’t promise to be gentle.”
“I want it rough. I want you to lose control like you did last night. You need to let go more often, and if that’s something you can do with me, then I’m happy to serve.”
“Fuck yourself harder,” he ordered. I did, making a show of sliding down onto my fingers, working up to three, driving them into me as I ground down and worked my hips.
“Jesus Christ, that’s enough.” Slowly, I pulled my fingers from my ass and positioned myself right over his cock, gripping him firmly at the base. He sucked in his breath. “Fuck, your hand feels good. I can only imagine how incredible your hot, tight ass is going to feel.”
I gave him a smirk. “Are you sure you can last?”