Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Down,” he growled, curling his hand around my neck.
I sank backwards, my muscles going lax at the command in his tone. My head landed on the pillows at the top of the bed, and I relaxed into them while he went to work on getting rid of the rest of my clothes. His eyes stayed locked with mine as his nimble fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on my pants. I lifted my hips as he peeled them from my body. The lace panties he’d left on me were already wet, but by the time his ravenous gaze roamed over me they were drenched.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, it’s almost a shame to dirty you up.”
My eyes slid to the bag on the bedside table, and I licked my lips. “I’m willing to bet you’d look even hotter painted in chocolate.”
“You’ll have to find out another night because I have plans for that mousse.”
I tilted my head to the side and offered him a naughty grin. “So you’re in the mood to dirty me up then?”
“Always,” he murmured, dipping his head low until his lips were against the lace of my panties.
My hips jerked at the feel of his hot breath against my sensitive folds. “I thought you said it’d be a shame,” I gasped.
His teeth grazed over my clit through the wet material, making me moan. “But I never said I wasn’t gonna do it anyway,” he breathed out, his tongue flicking out to lap at my pussy before he ripped my panties off and proceeded to drive me insane with need. Yanking the to-go bag from the bedside table, he withdrew one of the containers and dipped his fingers into it. I yelped when the cold dessert hit my skin. It only made him flash me a wicked grin while he spread it over my lower belly, inner thighs, and pussy lips. He took his time cleaning it off me, his tongue licking and lapping at my skin. When most of it was gone, his mouth clamped around my clit and he sucked gently.
I was so close to the edge, but gentle wasn’t going to get me there, not after his prolonged torture. “More,” I demanded, sliding my fingers into his hair and clenching tightly.
My aggressive move had the opposite effect from what I’d intended. Brandon pulled away from me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. “Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you that you can.”
“You’re not playing fair,” I grumbled, even as I curled my fingers around the bars. “I need to come.”
“Oh, you’ll come all right,” he promised. “After I’ve given you more.”
I should have said harder instead because he really did give me more—of the chocolate mousse on my body and his mouth and tongue licking it off me. He wasn’t the least bit bothered by my frustration. He just held my hips in place as he continued to feast while I alternated between whimpering in need and cursing him. It felt like hours had passed when he finally sunk two fingers inside me while sucking on my clit hard, sending me over the cliff. I melted into the mattress while he lapped up every drop of my climax, until I was too sensitive to stand it any longer and released the headboard to tug on his hair.
“Did I tell you to let go?” he growled.
“No, but unless you want me to pass out, I had to find a way to get your attention.”
“You’re lucky I love your sassy side,” he murmured as he got up on his knees. “And that I’m beyond ready to feel your hot pussy wrapped around my cock.”
He flipped me over and tilted my hips up, slapping me hard on my ass. I yelped at the sting, and levered up onto my elbows so I could glare at him over my shoulder. “That doesn’t mean I won’t punish you for disobeying me. You might be a boss out there, but I’m the one who’s in charge in here.”
I wanted to argue, but what could I really say? We both damn well knew how hot it made me when he went all alpha caveman in the bedroom. Then he sank inside me, and I lost all train of thought. All his sensual torture had left me incredibly sensitive, to the point that it felt like I could feel every ridge and inch of his cock as it stretched me.
“Then fuck me like you own me.”
Balls deep inside me, he paused in his movements to look down at me. “You’re almost right. I’m gonna fuck you because I own you. There’s no like about it. You’re mine.”
He punctuated his sentence by clutching his hand around my neck in a possessive hold. It wasn’t too tight, and my pussy clenched around him in response.