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)
“I think it’s only fair you do the same,” I say as I reach for the heels. “If you want me to wear these that is.” I smirk as the heels dangle off my fingers in some sort of sexy taunt.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“Take off your shirt.” I nod to it. He carefully places the book back on the bed, stands, and removes his leather vest. Draping it over the back of the chair, he then shucks his shirt and tosses it to the floor. He glances at me before he takes the book and sits back down.
This man is dangerous to my body and mind. I have never felt more wanted or comfortable around another human being than I do with him. There is just something about him I can’t fully explain.
He opens the book again, his booted foot coming up and resting on his opposite knee as he focuses on reading the words once more. I sit on the bed and put the heels on as I listen to his voice.
“I want you, and only you.” He says the words from the book, but I glance up at him to find his eyes on me. He smirks before he looks back down. “He says that, but my heart flutters, and I wonder how this man can want me. I know he does, for the simple fact I can feel him hard against me, but he actually wants me. Not just what’s between my legs.” I suck in a breath and lie back on the bed.
“Remove the panties,” he orders. I do as he says, lifting my ass and sliding them down my legs before dropping them to the floor.
“Now yours,” I purr.
“I’m not wearing panties.” His glazed eyes are locked on me.
“Jeans. Remove the jeans.”
He licks his lips and stands, kicking his boots and socks off before undoing the buttons. He pulls the denim down his legs and steps out of them.
He stands there, completely naked, his cock hard and his body on full display for me. Just like mine is for him. He sits back down, picks up the book, and opens it again without any hesitation.
“You can just come over here.” I tap the bed. “You don’t need to read to me.” His eyes don’t blink as he stares at me. He seems to contemplate my words for a moment before he adjusts the book, holding it above his cock, which is standing tall against his stomach.
I breathe deeply as he starts up again, ignoring my invitation.
“He spreads my legs, pushing them open with his knees as his hand threads through my hair.” He stops reading and lifts his gaze to me.
“Spread them,” he commands, and I do. He looks between my legs and licks his lips before he goes back to the book.
“The tug of his fingers in my hair makes me spread them a little bit wider, and that's all he needs before his fingers slide down over my hip and slip between us through my folds and straight to my pussy.” He stops again.
“Do as I say.” I nod at his words and slide my fingers between my legs. He stands, then leans over me, the book still in his hand. I hear him take a deep breath, his nose inches from where my hand is, before his tongue flicks against me and makes me jump. It’s quick, just a taste, but it’s everything. I push my hips up toward him, but he stands and reads again. “He slides a finger inside.” His eyes lift from the book and drop to where my hand is.
I do as instructed, slipping a finger inside myself. He nods before he goes back to the book.
“His finger on my clit, applying pressure that my body needs before he inserts a second finger, working his magic.” I don’t insert a second finger, and when I don’t, he leans down and does so with his own finger, staring at my hands as they work my body—one on my breast, the other on my clit as he pushes in and out of me. A noise leaves my mouth, maybe a moan, as he starts reading again.
“He whispers something in my ear. Maybe he’s calling me a good girl—I can’t quite hear it. His fingers are captivating me, and his body’s weight is perfect as my hands cling to his sides. He keeps up his slow pace for a few moments, then he stops.” His hand leaves me, and I groan. I go to sit up, but he shakes his head. “Stay.”
“That’s unfair,” I complain. He smiles and turns to face me fully.
“You read. If you stop, I stop.”
I’m confused at first, but when I take the book and look down at the passage, I feel him move between my legs, his hot breath on me. “Start,” he commands, then his tongue darts out and licks me. He does it again, and I moan. “Start,” he growls against me. I nod and manage to open my eyes and look back at the words. I find where he stopped and pick up from there.