Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
He grips himself through his jeans when he sees my tits and it sends a wave of satisfaction through me to know he appreciates them. His voice is rough when he speaks, “Keep going, sweet thing. Show me that pussy again.”
I blush and with shaking hands pull down my shorts and panties. I put my hands on my hips, remembering he likes it when I’m bossy too. “Your turn.”
He shakes his head and crosses the room. He invades my space until I take a step back, my legs brushing against the bed. With one hand on my shoulder, he pushes me down onto the mattress. He follows me onto the bed, hovering over me. “We covered this already. I’m in charge.”
I put my hands on his shoulders and arch up to press another kiss to his neck, the way I did earlier. His eyes drift closed, and he lets me nuzzle him. I’m surprised by how much I like this. I always thought getting naked with another person would be weird and awkward. But with my bull riding cowboy it’s just wonderful and perfect.
“How about if I take it off?” My voice is husky and filled with need. I want to run my hands all over him, feel every inch. “Can I do that?”
“Good girl,” he growls. “You ask for what you want from me, but you don’t get to make demands. I expect you to obey me. Do you understand?”
Moisture gushes from my pussy, and I wonder if he can feel it leaking through his pants. I don’t know what it is that he’s doing to me, but I like it. There’s something that makes me feel safe when he tells me what to do and when to do it. It makes me want to please him. I manage a nod, letting him know I understand.
“Use your words to tell me that you want this,” he demands. There’s something in his gaze. He’s checking in with me, making sure we’re on the same page. It warms something in me that even though he’s so dominant and commanding, he still cares about me and my enjoyment.
“I want that. This. You.” I had no idea when I stepped into that bar tonight that I’d find myself in a hotel with a hot stranger doing dirty things together.
4
CAMDEN
“I want that. This. You.”
Her words send another bolt of lust straight to my cock. If I don’t get out of my pants soon then I’ll have to get them surgically removed.
Fuck me, this sassy little thing does it for me. She’s the perfect blend of innocent curves and sexy challenge. She senses my energy and responds to it in a way no one else ever has before.
She was made for me. I’m sure of it and plan on telling her just that. As soon as I give us both what we’re craving.
“Then I’m going to fuck you hard and dirty.” I’m going to make sure she remembers this night for the rest of her life because this right here? It’s the start of forever. I don’t know how I know that, only that I do.
She swallows, that pretty little throat bobbing and I have a mental image of what she’d look like on her knees in front of me. But that’s for another time. I don’t have it in me to take this slow and easy, the way she’d need if I were teaching her how to take my cock in between those plump lips.
“Take off my shirt,” I command.
She does it achingly slow, using the moment to run her fingers all over my hot skin. After years as an overweight kid that no one liked, I got my shit together. I spent hours working out and building a new body. But even knowing I fit society’s standards of acceptable, I still don’t like being naked or knowing someone’s eyes are on me. Except that it’s different with this woman. Because she touches me with such wonder and reverence. It makes me want to spend a long night together making sweaty slow love.
When she gets to the waistband of my jeans, she pauses to glance up at me. There, we go. She’s learning. She’s my queen. She can have whatever she wants. But she must never forget that in the bedroom, I’m her king. Nothing less than her complete obedience will be acceptable.
I give her a nod, letting her know she can, and she helps me out of the material then my cock is springing free. The bastard is a monster and we both know it. But instead of the trepidation I’d expected in her expression, there’s only excitement.
“Can I touch it?”
“Touch yourself first. Get your fingers nice and slick,” I tell her before showing her the exact way to grasp my body. It fills me with primal satisfaction to see the way her fingers can’t meet around my girth.