Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“This?” I say, reaching for the trench coat’s belt and undoing it. The coat falls open, revealing the lacy, red see-thru lingerie and thigh-high stockings I’m wearing underneath. As soon as I saw them in my dresser drawer, I knew they were all I wanted to wear. They’re the sexiest set I own. I look him in the eye, steeling my voice. “Or this?” I say, drawing my fingertip down the line of my cleavage.
“Fuck, Raven.” He barely breathes the words as his bottom lip drops down. “I need you.”
He steps forward, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles, his eyes burning with desire. I definitely chose the right outfit, and given the way Dylan’s looking at me, I made the correct choice in coming, too. His reaction, both to my body and my presence, is everything I hoped it would be.
“Then take me,” I say with soft smile.
He leads me through the living room and to the sweeping, curving stairs. All around me, I can sense wealth and luxury, but my eyes never leave Dylan as he guides me up the wide, shallow steps to the second floor, and then down a short hallway to an enormous bedroom that’s dominated by a massive king bed. Stopping at the foot of the bed, Dylan looks me up and down. “You’re beautiful, Darling,” he says, brushing a lock of my hair back over my shoulder.
“I need you too,” I tell him.
Dylan’s hand travels to my shoulder where he presses down, and I sink to my knees and reach for his belt. My mouth goes dry as I undo his belt and ease his zipper down, freeing the length of his thick cock. Looking up, I see that he dips his chin in permission, and I lean forward, licking him from root all the way to his tip, tasting his warm skin and coating him with my saliva, before worshiping Dylan’s cock with soft butterfly kisses around his head.
Dylan touches my jaw, and I open my mouth, staying very still as he takes my head in his hands and slowly feeds me his cock. Velvety steel fills my mouth, stretching my lips and pushing over my tongue. Reaching up, I roll his sac in my hand, weighing his balls and devoting everything to his pleasure as he invades my mouth, holding there for a moment before pulling back.
“I want you to touch yourself while I fuck these pretty lips of yours,” he says, his voice tight and hard. “When I come, you’re not going to swallow a single drop until I say so. Do you understand?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan around his cock, and Dylan jerks forward, touching the back of my throat with his crown.
“Do it, Raven. Touch yourself. Obey me.” There’s a darkness to him now, and I welcome it, wanting all of him—the powerful, domineering devil he thinks he is. And while I know he can be that, he’s also watchful and careful with me, pushing at my limits but respecting them. It makes me want to go further, just to prove to us both that I can.
I want to please him in all things. Personal and professional. And right now, sexual.
A warm tingle goes through me, and I do as ordered, reaching down between my legs to stroke my clit through my panties. I time my fingers with his thrusts, rubbing back and forth until I’m hot and wet and my clit is swollen and pressed electrically against the thin fabric.
Pulling my panties aside, I slide two fingers deep inside me, moaning around Dylan’s cock as he fucks my throat. My cheeks hollow out, my tongue working for one purpose and one purpose only, to please him. I run it everywhere, up the underside of his shaft, around the flared ridge of his head, even into his slit when he pulls back far enough.
All I want to do is make him feel good, to please him and hear him moan my name.
“That’s it… that’s it… good girl,” Dylan says as he speeds up. I open as wide as I can, letting him take me, my fingers squelching in the quiet bedroom. “So fucking good….” He pauses at the back of my throat, testing my gag reflex. “So fucking beautiful…” He does it again, and I whimper. “So fucking mine.” He stays there this time, giving me shallow thrusts as he holds himself right at the edge of what I can take.
I am his. I realize it, and I know that he’s claimed my body in a way no man ever has before. I’ve never given in like this to any man, but with him, I want to do it all.
My pussy’s in need, my thumb rubbing my clit to bring myself to the trembling edge. I’m helpless, the back of my head gripped in Dylan’s powerful hands as I try to get us both to the edge together. I want to come with him. I’m desperate to do so, moaning to draw him up higher and desperately strumming my clit. He can feel how desperate I am, and the bastard chuckles.