Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Elizabeth.” My eyes jump from his cock to meet his heated gaze. “You have drool… here.” He taps the corner of his lips. “Now, strip.”
I suck in a breath, then remind him, “I have scars.”
“I couldn’t care less. Remove it all.”
I take a deep breath before I do as he says. I mean, he is naked, too, after all. Reaching for the hem of my black silk dress, I slip it off easily. His eyes trace my body, and I pause to watch him. His gaze roams over my red lace bra and then drops to my stomach, and I resist the urge to cover it. I have small scars from falls I don’t remember and burns from being too fucked-up.
“Matching lingerie. Were you planning on fucking someone tonight?”
“My underwear always matches,” I inform him. He says something under his breath as I reach behind me and unclip my bra. As it slips down my arms, he steps forward and takes it from my hand, leaving me standing in front of him in only my red lace panties.
This is so weird. I’ve been with one man, and never did he look at me the way Milo is staring at me right now—as if he’s ready to devour me, and I am more than happy to let him. If only to see what it would be like to have someone want you that badly.
“We need to be careful we don’t hurt you,” he says, keeping my bra in his grasp, then circles his arms around me, lifting me up so my legs wrap around his waist, then takes me to the stairs and up them as if I weigh nothing. We come to another large, open area, but this one has a huge fireplace with a bed in front of it. There are big bay windows with gorgeous blue curtains. His bedding is brown with white sheets.
He gently lays me down on the soft mattress, and I realize he also brought my clothes up with him, which are now on the floor dropped at his feet.
“Elizabeth.”
“Hmm?” I hum as he pulls away. Milo leans over to a bedside table and grabs a condom, and I put my hand up to stop him.
“You can put it on,” he says.
“I want you to crawl to me,” I state. Moving to the end of the bed, I open my legs and lean forward, my breasts swaying gently.
“Shouldn’t I be saying that?” he asks.
“If you want to play, you play, but I want to be in charge.” I smirk, feeling more wanted and desired than ever before. I’ve never been with someone like Milo. Someone who holds so much power out of the bedroom that I want to see how far he’ll allow me to go. I want to test it, and as I watch him drop to his knees, I grin.
I wonder what else I can get him to do. Now, that is an interesting thought.
“I would make you crawl, but we can’t scare you… yet.” He moves toward me. He doesn’t crawl, though. He prowls like a deadly assassin, closing in on their kill.
And I am that kill.
When he reaches me, he shuffles between my legs and goes to crawl on top of me, but I stop him with a finger to his mouth. He licks my finger, and I smile.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask. “Lie on your back and pass me the condom.” He does so without argument, stretching out on the bed. I stand and hook my fingers into my panties, sliding them off and leaving them at my feet. Then I move over to him and place a foot on either side of him. His hands go behind his head, and he watches me with amusement.
“I’m resisting the urge,” he says.
“What urge?”
“To throw you around like a rag doll, Pretty Lady. But because I want you to know this night is all about you, I won’t.”
“You’re talking like I don’t always have full control, Mr. Savage.” I wink and lower myself to his thighs, just behind his cock. It twitches as I settle in. Ripping the condom wrapper, I open it and study his cock.
“It sure is a pretty cock.” I smile, and just as he thinks I’m about to slide the condom on him, I grip his cock, lower my head, and wrap my lips over the tip. He pulls his hands from behind his head, and I instantly stop. Wiping my mouth, I grin at him. “Put your hands back where they were,” I tell him, and he does so with eager eyes.
When Cody and I used to sleep together, I would try to take control, and he hated it and told me that’s not a woman’s job. Our sex life was dull and boring.
Leaning forward, I kiss the tip, my tongue swirling around the head before I take him all in my mouth. With my hand that’s not holding the condom, I stroke the shaft up and down, and his hips move with each stroke.