Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Or maybe I’m just getting used to the sting.
Getting used to it and liking it way more than I ever imagined I would…
But still, I’ve read enough kinky romance to know you’re supposed to ask for permission to introduce pain into pleasure. “That’s the last time you spank me without permission,” I say. “Next time, you ask.”
His lips curve into a wicked smile as he continues to finger me. “Yes, ma’am.”
My brows shoot up and my thighs ease farther apart, making more room for his talented hand. “It’s that easy?”
“It’s that easy.” He smooths his free palm over the flushed skin on my backside. “I won’t spank you at all, if you don’t like it, but…I think you do.” His fingers push deeper into where I’m dripping for him, making me moan. “Tell me you like it when I spank you, Sully.”
“I…” I trail off, biting my bottom lip as he proves just how good he is at making me forget how to speak. “I don’t understand why you spanked me for tasting good.”
A beat later, he’s hovering over me, his hands on either side of my shoulders and his heat warming my entire body as he whispers in my ear, “I didn’t say good. I said delicious, so delicious I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about it for a very long time. Your sweet little pussy is going to haunt me, Sully.”
“Good,” I murmur, feeling wicked and wonderful as he wraps his arm around my waist, flipping me onto my back with an ease that makes me feel delicate for the first time in my life. Then, his big palm is between my shoulders, sliding me higher on the mattress with one hand, and I feel every drop of feminism leech from my body.
At five eight, I’ve always been taller than a lot of men. As a former rugby player, who’s only gotten in better shape since high school, I’m also stronger than a good number of them. I’ve never felt small or dainty with a guy I’ve dated, but I’ve never imagined I’d enjoy feeling that way, either.
I like knowing I can handle myself in a scuffle with just about anyone and that, worst-case scenario, I could drag my date out of a burning building as easily as he could do the same.
I never thought I’d melt for a man who could move me around with one hand, or with thighs even stronger than my own.
But as my stranger guides my legs apart and settles between them, the feel of his hard, muscled body makes me tremble.
“Nervous?” he asks, mistaking the reason for my shiver.
I shake my head, marveling at the power in him as I skim my fingertips over his chest and up around his firm shoulders. “No.” I lift my hips, relishing the way he sucks in a breath as my bare pussy rubs against his erection through his boxer briefs.
He’s big there, too, but I’m not worried. I’m too turned on to be worried. I just want him, every inch—now.
“I just want you,” I say, rubbing against him again, moaning as he captures my nipple between his fingers. “I’m dying to know what it feels like.”
“And you’re sure you won’t regret having your first time be with a stranger?” he asks, a gentler note in his voice than I’ve heard before.
It’s my first hint that Mr. Pompous isn’t all bad, which is nice, I guess, but it doesn’t really matter. No matter what he wants, this is only going to be a one-night thing. I can’t risk anything more.
I have one night to figure out what all the sex fuss is about and I’ve never been this turned on. I couldn’t stop now if I tried, not even if he were the worst man in the world.
“No regrets,” I say, squirming beneath him as he lowers his head, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I cradle his head, my breath coming faster. “But please, fuck me. I need more than fingers. I need it so bad.”
Those must have been the magic words because he reaches for the bedside table, grabbing a wallet I didn’t notice there before. A beat later, he’s out of his boxer briefs, kneeling between my legs as he rolls a condom down his long, thick length.
His cock is gorgeous. For a moment, I’m sad that I didn’t get the chance to touch it before he was covered in latex, to feel his burning hot skin against my fingers, or to lick the salt from the tip of him with my tongue. I’ve never received oral before tonight, but I’ve given it a few times, and I’m not too shabby at it. At least my high school boyfriend, Keith, never had any complaints.
But before I can dwell too much on my lost opportunity, my stranger is fitting his thick, hard length to where I’m already so sensitive and wet. He goes slow, gliding into me centimeter by centimeter, holding my gaze as he moves. When I wince a few inches in, he pauses, whispering, “Let me know when the pain is better, and I’ll keep going.”