Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
He casts his eyes up the line of my body but then stands and lets me wash him. He must bend way down for me to reach his hair, and then I also take my time washing him carefully with the soap. His shoulders are impossibly wide, and they make a beautiful sight as you move from their width to the tightly muscled curve of his waist.
Damn, he’s beautiful.
In suits, he’s devastating, but like this…he is nothing but destruction. I can’t stop touching him, even if I wanted to.
“Angel,” he whispers.
I look up from where I’d been running my fingers along the indents at his hips. “Hmm…?”
“I don’t think I have it in me to be gentle tonight. But I know that’s what you need.”
His hands are shaking as he wraps both of mine around the hard tip of his cock. It juts up between us, solid and hot.
“Help me, so I can be gentle with you afterward.”
I notch my chin higher. “What if I don’t want you to be gentle?”
He curses under his breath and backs me straight into the shower wall. His tall hard body presses tight into me. “I’m not playing games. When I say you can’t handle it tonight, then trust me.” He nips my bottom lip with his teeth hard enough to sting. “There will be other nights to exercise my control, but tonight isn’t one of them. Nod, Angel, so I know you understand.”
I nod, my breathing sounding loud to me, even with the spray of the water bouncing off the tiles around us.
He eases his feet back enough to give me room to work him while his upper body and face stay aligned with mine. It can’t be a comfortable position, but I don’t say anything and do as he asks.
I trust him.
Watching his face for his reactions, I move my hands up and down his length. I remember helping him do this before, but it seems more difficult on my own. He stands above me, watching my eyes, my lips, and then back up again.
I tighten my grip until he hisses out a breath, and then I work him faster. When his hips twitch forward in time with my movements, like he’s thrusting into them, a hot molten core opens inside me. I’m burning from the inside out, and he’s the only one who can quench the flame.
“Finish it, Angel,” he grits out. “Harder.”
I again follow his direction and pump him harder, faster, always watching his eyes. At first, he didn’t appear to be reacting at all. But now, staring into his eyes, I see it. Not just the sensation of my hands on his body, but how much he wants me. How much he can’t wait to make me scream his name. How hard he’s going to take me despite his desire to go slowly with me.
I don’t care. I want him more than anything right now. My strokes are shallowing out as my arms grow tired. He wraps his hands around me again and offers his own strength to mine. Together, we slick up his length and pump him faster. He’s pressing more into me now, almost pumping himself against my belly.
And then a warm jet of cum hits my skin first, right under my breast. Then over a nipple. On my lip.
He never, not for one second, takes his eyes off me. When he eases himself down and carefully unpeels my fingers from his now semi-hard length, I realize my heart is hammering in my chest so hard I can hear it in my ears and feel it in my entire body. I’m throbbing with need for him.
He reaches out and swipes the drop of his semen off my lips, then gently shoves it into my mouth so I can lick it off. I wrap my tongue around his finger, lapping it all and then sucking deep so he knows what else I want to do to him.
“Still testing my control, I see. Let’s go to bed so I can take care of you.”
He flips off the water, steps out of the shower, and grabs a fluffy white towel. When I move to take it, he smacks my hand gently and then uses it himself to dry me from head to toe. Afterward, he grabs the product I use in my hair. I’m about to protest, but he gives me a look that freezes my bones where I stand. Message received. He wants to take care of me in every way. Not just the sex parts.
After he finishes and dries my hair again, he scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bed. He’d given himself a brisk wipe with the towel, and water droplets still cling to his skin in places. When he climbs onto the bed beside me, I turn and lick one off the curve of his shoulder.