Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
He let his lips lift in a wolfish grin because it would be his pleasure to grant her wish.
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Voicing her deepest desires to Drew was easier than Georgia expected. But then again, if there was any man truly capable of corrupting her in the best way possible, it was the one who’d already pushed her beyond any of her previous sexual encounters.
He made her feel safe. Unashamed. And brazen enough to ask for what she wanted, knowing that he was more than willing to provide that pleasure.
Kneeling on the bed, she licked her lips as she watched Drew advance. The heat in his eyes as he raked them over her curves—highlighted in the sexiest lingerie she’d ever worn—caused her entire body to hum with anticipation. He pulled his Henley off and dropped the shirt to the floor, making her fingers itch to touch his firm chest all the way down to his toned abdomen.
Then he unfastened the top button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper, drawing her gaze to the light dusting of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his boxer briefs as he shucked his pants. Her mouth watered at the sight of his long, thick erection visible beneath the form-fitting fabric.
“Lay back on the bed,” he ordered, picking up the fur-lined handcuffs and looping them through a wooden slat in the headboard. “And put your hands above your head.”
The commanding tone of his voice made her warm and weak, flooding her sex with moisture. She assumed the position, lifting her arms so he could shackle her wrists, keeping them restrained. The thought of being at his mercy sent a thrill of excitement through her.
Then, he gently pushed aside the sheer fabric covering her midsection, exposing her stomach, and leaving only her breasts and pussy covered by the red lace. Since she hadn’t yet spread her legs, he’d yet to discover that the underwear was crotchless, but he’d find that little surprise soon enough.
Next, he picked up the silk blindfold and slipped the mask over her eyes, taking away her sight so she only had her other senses to rely on. She breathed in deep, inhaling his now familiar masculine scent. She heard him move, not sure where he was until she felt the soft brush of feathers skimming her throat and slowly moving down her chest in a light, teasing caress across her skin. She gasped, the tickling sensation making her nipples tighten into hard peaks against the lacy material.
He leisurely traced the upper swells of her breasts with the plumes, making her nipples throb, then swept the feathers lower, skimming his way down her bare stomach. By the time he reached the waistband of her panties, she was moaning, panting with arousal, and squirming restlessly.
“Open your legs for me,” he said gruffly.
She parted her thighs, and the lacy slit along the crotch separated to reveal her pussy, making her wish she could see his face as he discovered the provocative surprise.
She heard him suck in a harsh breath, then released it on a deep, guttural growl. “Fuck me.” His voice sounded as though he’d swallowed gravel. “Such a dirty, filthy girl, showing off your pretty pussy like this. You’re already so fucking wet for me…I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
She whimpered, hoping that’s what she would feel next, but instead, he tickled and tormented her with the soft feathers, swirling them over her sensitive clit until her body shook with need and she was pulling desperately on her restrained arms. The gentle strokes weren’t enough friction to get her off, just make her beg and plead and babble incoherently.
“Do you want to come, sweetheart?” he asked, his deep, husky voice near her ear as he trailed the plumes down one thigh and up the other until he reached the apex again, barely touching the feathers against her sex.
She made a frantic sound in the back of her throat and nodded her head eagerly.
“Use your words,” he ordered, while his warm, damp lips touched down on her chest and drifted down to her breasts.
“Please,” she blurted out, her back arching and her hips moving to chase the soft, agonizing twirl of feathers barely making contact with her throbbing clit. “Please make me come.”
“And tell me, how would you like that orgasm, hmm?” he murmured wickedly.
“With your mouth and your tongue…” She cried out as he scraped his teeth across her nipple through the lace covering her breasts, the rough, abrasive sensation sending a jolt of lust through her entire system.
“With my mouth and tongue doing what?” he prompted, demanding more.
Beneath her blindfold, she could feel her cheeks blush furiously. Her entire body was on fire at the thought of saying the words he wanted to hear, but her need outweighed any last hesitation. She’d asked him to corrupt her, and she embraced her own power and confidence in this sexual dynamic.