Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Very rarely.”
“I’m impressed.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll never see it.”
“Dang. I love seeing men cry.”
He laughed. “Some kind of kink of yours, huh?” His fingers lightly pinched my nipples, making my lips part, and a slight, surprised moan escaped.
“You could say that,” I murmured, placing my hands behind me on the floor and arching my back. His hands kept roaming. I kept moaning.
“What other kinks, friend?” Theo asked as my whole body began to heat. Trembles and pulses took place between my thighs as I stared into the bluest of blue eyes.
I tilted my head as I saw the desire that was pounding between my legs also living within his eyes. I sat up a bit, on my knees, between his legs. My hands rested against his kneecaps for a moment before I began to massage his inner thighs. I bit my bottom lip and shrugged. “I’m not against being pinned down,” I told him.
His hands moved from my chest and down my forearms to my wrists. He then effortlessly laid me down against the living room rug and pinned my wrists to the floor as he hovered over me. “Like this?”
I nodded. “Like this.”
“What else, friend?” His body weight melted against my skin. His mouth danced across my earlobe. “What else do you like?”
My words stuttered slightly from the warmth of his tongue grazing my skin. “Neck kisses.”
“Neck kisses?”
“Yes. Neck kisses.”
“Like this?” he questioned before trailing his mouth from the base of my jaw all the way down to my collarbones. My entire body warmed up from the kisses, which shot a direct path of ecstasy straight to my pussy.
“Yes,” I breathed out airily. Without thought, my hips involuntarily arched up, pressing against the hardness sitting within Theo’s gray sweatpants. “Like this.”
A deep grunt unleashed from him as his hips slowly rocked against mine. I wanted him—all of him—in me, on me, tasting me. I wanted to feel what it felt like for Theo to slide in and out of me over and over again as he claimed control of my body. I wanted to taste his desires against my tongue. I wanted to fall in love with him in the interlude of his exploration of my body. I wanted to make-believe with him that our act of wildness was actually an act of love. Of passion. Of purpose. I not only wanted to have sex with him, I wanted him to teach me. Throw me around. Own me. That was what his body pressed against my body did to my mind. That was how his touches infested my thoughts. I wanted Theo Langford to bury himself so far within me that I’d begun to think he was the source of life, and I’d hang on to him as if he were my life support.
I wanted each thrust.
Each moan.
Each growl.
I wanted his dilated eyes to stay on me. I wanted his filthy mouth to call me names. I wanted him.
All of him.
The good, the bad, and the broken parts, too.
Maybe I wanted those parts the most. The parts of him that kept him up at night.
“How about this?” he asked as he pinned one hand over my head and placed the other at the nape of my neck. His lips moved to the edge of my mouth, and my eyes fluttered closed as he growled, “You like being choked, my Weeping Willow?”
My Weeping Willow.
Did he just call me his?
Did I just…love being called his?
My mouth parted, and I nodded. “Ye-yesss,” I stuttered, almost losing touch with reality as his hands pinned me down. He had full control over me to do whatever he wanted to do. And I’d hoped he’d do everything. Every single thought that was flying through his mind, I’d hoped he’d act on them.
Theo bit my bottom lip, then sucked on it gently. “Willow.”
“Yes?”
One of his hands began to unbuckle the top button on my jean shorts. “Do friends touch each other everywhere?” he asked, sliding down the zipper of my jeans.
“Uh, ye-yes, I th-think they do.”
His hand brushed against the top of my pink thong as his fingers rolled between the fabric. Then he lifted it slightly and slid his hand beneath it. His thumb began circling my clit. Everything sped up from that point. Or maybe time slowed down. All I knew was I was no longer living in a realm where anything mattered other than Theo’s touches.
His hand began to rub my pussy, his fingers almost teasing as if they were going to slide inside me. My body arched toward him like I was trying to force said fingers to slide deep inside me. He still had one arm pinned over my head as he kissed me around my belly button. Gosh, I wanted him to feel how he was controlling me. I wanted my wetness to drip across his fingers.