Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“I’ll agree to this counteroffer,” he concedes, hunger coloring his voice.
I give him my best coy smile, letting the anticipation stretch between us.
When I reach for his zipper, a small tremor runs through his muscular body. He helps me unhook his belt and slide his pants down enough to give me access to his impressive cock.
I wrap my hand around his shaft and slowly run my thumb across the head while he threads his fingers through my hair, tipping my face up to meet his eyes. “I love you.”
“I know.” I grin up at him. Holding his gaze, I lean forward and wrap my tongue around the head of his cock.
He throws back his head against the hardwood door and groans my name as I follow my instincts. I lick my way down the front of his dick and place a little kiss at the base before running my tongue back up. I close my lips around his hardness and suck hard, dragging him to the back of my throat. Breathing through the urge to gag, I swallow and throw myself into blowing his mind.
I can feel wetness dripping from my center as he whispers all the dirty things he’s going to do to me.
When a tremor runs through his massive frame, he digs his fingers into my hair and steps back. “Hey,” I complain.
“I’ll let you finish that once I’ve knocked your little ass up,” he growls and lifts me against his body. “Until then, I’m not wasting a drop.”
He takes a few steps back and sits down on the black leather sofa.
“I’m going to hold you to that.” Both. I’m not sure what I want more, finishing what I started or having his child.
He makes quick work of my black T-shirt and yoga pants before expertly unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. I don’t resist when he spins me around and helps me straddle his lap.
My head falls back when he leans forward to capture one of my nipples between his lips. I pull his dress shirt open, spraying buttons around us, and then dig my fingers into his muscular chest.
He reaches between us to slide a finger deep inside my wet core, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
I’m seconds away from coming when he stops. I grumble my displeasure against the side of his neck. “Hurry up.”
“Be patient.” He rubs my clit, sending electricity flowing down my spine.
“I’m done being patient.” I slide my hand down and take hold of his rock-hard erection. It only takes a few strokes before I manage to convince him to see things my way.
My breath catches in my throat when he places his cock at my wet opening and slowly starts to press deep inside my pussy.
He digs his nails into my hips and uses his hold to drag me down to meet each of his upward thrusts. As his rhythm increases, waves of pleasure crash through me.
I lean over and kiss his lips while our bodies move together. When he thrusts deeper, his erection hits a sensitive little spot that causes me to lose my mind.
When he thrusts deep while rubbing my clit, an orgasm blasts through me.
He throws his head back against the sofa and roars out his release. Hot wetness coats my inner walls as his cock empties inside me, and I fall forward onto his chest, too exhausted to hold myself up any longer.
Chapter 10
Tony
I'm standing in Kat's living room, eyeing the empty space beside her bookshelf where I’m envisioning the pièce de résistance of my latest plan to sway the opinion of a certain feline overlord. Walter, with his boundless sense of judgment and a penchant for entirely ignoring me, is currently sprawled across the couch like he's being paid by the hour to look this disdainfully regal.
The stubborn feline knows the deal, I swear. He knows I'm trying to win him over. It's all part of my grand scheme to persuade Kat to officially move in with me.
I’d been hopeful that showing up with a spectacular, multi-tiered cat tower and a veritable bucket of squeaky toys would push me into Walter’s good graces, or at least his I-can-tolerate-your-presence-if-I’m-forced-to space. Clearly, my optimism might’ve been slightly misguided.
Kat watches this attempted bribery unfold with the amused expression of someone who thinks they’ve got it all figured out but is, mercifully, warming to the spectacle. Her small home is a cozy haven, smelling faintly of cinnamon and the minty freshness of her numerous plants. I’m trying my best not to reimagine this shared space as more evidence they both belong in the considerably more expansive digs I call home.
"Tony," Kat says, voice laced with that blend of bemusement and affection I’m totally addicted to, “I think he knows what you’re up to.”
I nod, settling beside her and attempting to scratch Walter behind the ears. He bats at my fingers, delivering one of those kitty eye rolls that suggests he's thinking, “Try harder, human.”