Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Her eyes glazed. Her lips parted. Her breath came in rapid pants. Her magnificent tits bounced up and down as her body suddenly clamped down violently on his, squeezing and milking, taking him with her so that his cock erupted in a frenzied explosive rocketing of semen across the walls of her sheath.
She sprawled over him like a rag doll, her body still working his, the aftershocks nearly as strong as her orgasm, sending spears of pleasure arcing through his body. He’d never experienced anything like it with any of the women he’d ever been with. He held her, stroking caresses in her hair while both of them worked at getting their breathing back under control.
“I’ll run you a bath, babe,” he offered. He knew he sounded gruff. He wanted her soaking. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to leave her alone for very long and she was going to be sore.
She just nodded without lifting her head, too exhausted to answer him.
* * *
Master was careful to tuck the blankets around her once she was out of the tub. The temperature on the coast was cold. Living in San Francisco, she was most likely used to the colder weather, especially at night, but he wasn’t taking any chances. She was completely naked under the covers. He liked knowing she was, even if she was sore as hell. She propped two pillows under her head and stared up at him with her large blue-violet eyes.
He figured he might as well get the talk over with. If they were really going to do this, he was going to lay it out for her. “So, here’s how we’re going to start off, princess. We’re going to establish a few house rules, because this marriage is going to be real, and I’m not going to have one of those shit relationships. We’re going to be a solid couple. You’ll have my back, and I’m going to have yours. That means we’re on the same page and we gotta talk shit out.”
Ambrie’s long lashes fluttered. The tips, dark and thick, framed her amazing eyes, even though her eyes were dark and bruised and beginning to swell. She looked a little amused. “I’m listening. I want the same thing.”
“I’m telling you up front, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, so you have to spell it out when you want or need something. Don’t think I can read your mind. You want space, say so. You want me close, you need to let me know. I’ll learn fast, but you gotta direct me. It isn’t that I don’t want to do for you—I do. I don’t do well with uncertainty.”
“That’s fair. I can do that.”
“You want to go shopping, you can’t go alone right now. It isn’t safe, but you aren’t a prisoner. Say what you want, and I’ll go with you. Any kind of food, we’ll make a list and get it in. You like to go out for dinner, Alena has a great little restaurant, and I’ll take you there.”
“Before anything else, I want you to keep your word and make certain my friends are safe. Amanda and her brother, Adam. My partner, Daniel, and his wife, Lacy.”
“That’s been taken care of. I’ll take you to them after you get some rest.”
“I could call Amanda tonight,” she countered.
He made an effort to push down his temper, but he knew it showed in his eyes. “You callin’ me a liar?”
She frowned. “Why would you think that?”
“I just said I’d take you to them after you get some rest. I thought that would be better than calling them. Do you think I’m lying and haven’t secured them?”
“No, I just wanted to hear Amanda’s voice.”
“Later, after you get some rest. It’s fuckin’ late. I expect honesty. I fuckin’ hate liars. No leaving shit out; that to me is the same as lying. You don’t flirt with other men. That’s a good way to get someone killed. You don’t cheat. That will get someone killed, and you’ll feel it a long, long time. You get pissed at me for something, you tell me, straight up. Right then. Don’t brood about it, just say it. We can make this work if we both put effort into it, and we want it to work. You don’t say no to sex unless there’s a damn good reason. Understand? If there is, you state what it is. And if something hurts or scares you when we’re havin’ sex, you say so.”
“And do all those same rules apply to you?” Ambrielle challenged.
“Yes. I won’t lie to you, or cheat. If I’m pissed, you’ll know. I won’t say no to sex if you’re asking.” He gave her a faint smile, fairly certain that wasn’t going to happen.
“I don’t know much about sex, other than I expect you to make it really good for me. When I say really good, I mean spectacular. You want it all the time, then make it great. Teach me to make it great for you. I’m all for learning. I want a good marriage with you. I do. I meant what I said when I said I’d commit for life. That means I’ll give it my best.”