Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I watch as he removes his hand from where he was leisurely exploring my pussy and rolls to his back. He lifts his hips and removes his boxer briefs. He takes his cock in his hand and strokes slowly from the base to the tip. His head turns to me, and the corner of his mouth lifts in a grin. “I’ll never be able to say no to you.”
“Nothing?” I ask, a plan already forming in my mind.
“There is nothing that you could ask for that I wouldn’t try my fucking best to deliver.”
“So what if I said I want to do it.”
“Do what?”
“That.” I point to where he’s fisting his cock. “Can I touch you?” I ask, just as he has asked me so many times before.
“Always. You never have to ask for permission with me, Ramsey. There is no one else but you.” His gaze is intense, so I look away and reach for his cock. He grabs my wrist, and I flinch but don’t pull away.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Rams. I didn’t mean,” he starts, but I lean over and kiss him to shut him up.
“It’s okay. I’m okay. I flinched a little, and I might always, but there was no panic or fear. Not with you.”
“Doesn’t matter. I knew better. You made the boundaries clear.”
“Fuck the boundaries,” I say, surprising both of us. “I don’t want boundaries. Not with you.” I stare him down, willing him to see the truth in my eyes. “Never with you.”
He swallows hard. “Never with me.” He nods, letting me know he hears what I’m saying.
It’s the best I can do without telling him that he owns my heart. I’m not ready to bare that truth just yet.
“Can I?” I reach for him. My hand is suspended in the air.
He nods and lets his hand fall away, and mine takes its place. When I move to rest on my elbow so I can get a better angle, he slides his arm under me and pulls me close. “I’m yours,” he whispers huskily.
I tear my gaze from where my hand is gripping his cock. “And I’m yours.” The confession rolls off my tongue with ease. His lips press to mine, and I can taste myself on him. It’s more of a turn-on than I thought it would be. “Show me what you like.”
“There is nothing you can do that I won’t like.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Deacon. I want this to be good for you.”
“Your hands are on me, baby. Trust me. It’s good for me.”
“Tell me.”
He reaches over to the nightstand and opens the drawer.
“What are you doing?”
“We need lubrication.”
“Like this?” With a move bolder than I ever thought I could be, I reach between my folds and slide my fingers through my pussy. My fingers are wet and sticky, but I still wrap them around his cock.
“Fuck.” His hand drops from his search in the nightstand drawer before his head falls back to the bed, and he covers his eyes with his arm.
“Deacon?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I need to see your eyes.” I grin, thrilled with the fact that I get to toss his sexy words back at him.
He huffs out a laugh but removes his arm, letting it fall to the bed. “That little move you just did is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His hand slides behind my head, and he kisses me slow and deep. I reach between my legs again, grabbing more of my wetness and coating him with it. “Am I doing okay?” I ask, needing feedback. I’m way out of my element here.
“Perfect,” he breathes.
The room is quiet except for our breathing and the sound of my wetness on my hand as I stroke him. I need to be closer. I want to watch as he spills over into my hand. Moving down his body, I rest my head on his belly as I stroke him.
Deacon runs his fingers through my hair, not once telling me to stop or commenting on my lack of experience. I stroke him and can feel his belly quiver. His hands tighten in my hair, his cock twitches beneath my palm, and suddenly, I want to taste him. Taste us together. This time I don’t ask for permission. He said I could do anything I wanted, anytime I wanted, so for once in my life, I take what I want without the fear of repercussions.
Moving closer, I don’t stop stroking as my tongue peeks out and tastes us together.
“Oh, fuck.” His legs lift off the bed, and so does his back, but he settles and lets me do my thing.
I go in for another taste, this time pulling the head of his cock into my mouth. I can taste the salt of his early release on my tongue.