Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“I know,” she whispered. And part of her actually appreciated what he was doing. Most men would’ve jumped at the chance to finally have sex.
“That was naughty of you to assume that I was rejecting you.”
“Sorry, Victor.” He wouldn’t deny her an orgasm as punishment, would he? His eyes were twinkling so she didn’t think he was too serious.
“You’re going to have to be punished for that. Put your hands above your head and keep them there.”
That was it?
She’d gotten off easy. And she wasn’t going to complain.
Raising her hands over her head, she stared up at him. He moved back to his side next to her.
“I want you to lie nice and still. If you move, I stop touching you.”
Oh, crap. That was going to be far harder.
He ran the tips of his fingers along her slick lips, then pushed them into her passage. “My baby is very wet. Poor girl.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy and she tried to stay still, she really did.
But it was impossible.
She rocked her hips up to meet his touch. Her clit throbbed, begging for his touch.
Suddenly, he pulled his fingers free.
“No, please!”
“What did I say would happen if you moved?” he murmured.
“I’m sorry! I won’t move again.”
“Somehow, I think you will.” He shook his head in mock disappointment. “Naughty girl.”
“I promise. I’ll be good.”
“Hmm, I suppose I can try again if you think you can be good.”
She nodded. “I can. I will. Promise.”
“Clean me off first.” He held the fingers to her lips and she opened them. He pushed his fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them happily.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured as he removed his fingers, pushing them back inside her pussy. “That’s my very good girl. You liked the taste of yourself on my fingers, didn’t you?”
She didn’t answer.
“You best answer me, little bit,” he growled, stilling.
“Yes! Yes, I liked my taste on your fingers.”
“That’s better. Remember, you have to always answer me.”
“Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “It’s hard to think with your fingers in my pussy.”
Whoa. Did she just say that?
“Is it? Well, you’ll need to get used to it. Because I intend to do this often.”
Oh, hell.
She might be in real trouble here. He moved his mouth down to her nipple once more, sucking on it as he fucked her steadily with his fingers.
She gasped for breath, focusing on not moving. Because she really, really didn’t want him to stop. When he drew his fingers out of her, she whimpered in response.
“I didn’t move!”
“Shh, I know. You’re doing such a good job of obeying me. I just want to taste you.” He sucked his fingers into his mouth with a hum of pleasure.
Damn. She thought she might come just from watching the delight fill his face as he tasted her.
“Delicious.”
Reaching over, he grabbed the ice bucket.
She really hoped he didn’t plan to pour grape juice over her and lick it up. Because that was not her jam, she’d get all sticky and she didn’t have spare clothes . . .
But instead, he grabbed some ice and popped it into his mouth. Then his cool fingers flicked at her clit while he placed his mouth around her nipple.
The shocking cold of the ice had her gasping and she had to concentrate hard on staying still.
Killing. Her.
He did it again. Grabbing some more ice, he put it in his mouth before taking her other nipple into his mouth.
He drove his fingers into her pussy at the same time his lips circled her nipple and she cried out in shock, waves of pleasure washing through her as she came. He continued to suckle on her nipple as he slid his fingers free, running his thumb over her clit. Then he cupped her pussy as he kissed her.
“Oh. Oh. Ohhh,” she moaned as she started to come down from her high. For a moment, she’d felt like she was going to spiral.
Victor rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He secured her on top of him, her cheek pressed to his chest, her breathing coming in small, raspy gasps.
His arms were tight bands around her. Holding her in place and allowing her time to come firmly back into her skin.
He ran his fingers over her lips and she sucked on the tips. She was all right. That wasn’t as intense as last night, not even close. But she liked being held by him like this. Knowing that he had her and wouldn’t let her go until he made certain she was all right.
When she felt a breeze on her ass, she realized that the hem of her dress was up over her bottom. Wriggling, she reached back to lower it, only to have her butt cheek lightly slapped.
“Leave it.” He cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing and massaging.