Series: Shifter Ops Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Sorry, not sorry,” I laugh as he stalks to my dresser and yanks open a drawer.
He returns with a knee-high sock of mine, which he uses to tie my wrists together.
“Not sorry? You might wanna rethink that answer.” He rolls me to my belly and slaps my ass, hard enough to make me jump and squeal.
“Ouch.” I laugh and wiggle for more.
He delivers three more sharp spanks, then slides his fingers between my legs. I’m so wet and ready that his fingers sink into my entrance, guided by my plumped flesh.
“Hmm, you like a little punishment, too. I’m finding out all kinds of things I didn’t know about you.” His thumb slides in the cleft of my ass, settling on my back entrance as he nips my shoulder.
I gasp, squeezing at the sensation. The beyond-intimate touch revs my engine even more, even as I squirm to get away.
“Uh uh.” Channing scolds, applying pressure to my anus as his fingers arc in and out of my sopping entrance.
I’m ready to come again. I don’t know if it’s because it’s been so long since I’ve been with a partner or–
No, it’s Channing.
He’s a master at this, and my body responds like it belongs to him.
With my arms tied above my head, my face is pressed into the bedcovers. I bite at the comforter, rolling and bucking my hips.
“I’m going to come again,” I warn him.
“No, you’re not.” He uses the voice. It makes everything tingle below my waist.
“Please, Channing.”
He continues to explore my wet channel as he massages my back hole. “Mmm. I like it when you beg.”
“Please. Oh God, please.”
“What do you need, Jewels?”
I want him deeper. Or more on my clit. Or for him just to give me permission… Wait, am I actually waiting for permission to orgasm? Me? The control freak?
Yes, I guess I am. I’ve completely surrendered control to Channing, and it feels wonderful. Floaty and free. Even while I’m lightheaded with lust.
“More,” I croon. “I need more.”
Channing’s fingers slip out of my wet channel and sweep over my clit. A shudder runs through me. I’m so close.
But he’s still not giving me what I want. What I need.
“I need to come,” I plead. “Please, Channing.”
And then I arrive at what I really need. What my body desperately craves.
“I need you.”
Channing’s growl of satisfaction blasts through the room. He withdraws his fingers and slaps my ass. A warning, perhaps, that asking for him will mean it will get rough. Rowdy.
I can’t wait to experience Channing’s full dominance. To see what happens when the charming, laid-back Channing falls away, and I glimpse the predator behind those dimples.
I hear the rustle of clothes as he shucks his jeans, and then he climbs up over me. “I’m wearing protection,” he says, and I hear the rip of a foil package as he opens a condom.
“Spread your legs,” Julia. He uses the Alpha Command. At least, I think that’s what it is. That particular timbre of voice that makes my body weak with surrender. Wet with desire.
I part my legs. My nipples chafe against the comforter. My arms are still stretched taut above my head.
“Good girl.” The warm rumble sends shivers through me.
“Please,” I whimper. I’m not above begging now.
Channing squeezes my ass with both hands, his touch rough and possessive. He separates my cheeks and doesn’t move for a moment, like he’s drinking in the sight of me open and exposed to him.
“So fucking pretty,” he growls.
The reservations I had earlier, the worries I had about the state of my almost-40, post child-bearing body, or about my ability to get intimate with someone new, they all evaporate.
Channing makes me feel beautiful.
I lift my hips in invitation, arch my lower back even more.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty ass soon,” Channing vows as he nudges my legs wider and brings his cock between my legs.
“Yes,” I practically wail the moment he rubs the head over my slick juices.
“You need me here?” He continues the teasing, not entering me, just rubbing over my slit.
“Yes.”
He shoves into me with one glorious, satisfying thrust.
“God, yes.” He’s thick and long and too much but so perfect.
“Is that what you needed, Julia? A long, rough ride on my cock?”
I’m stretched wide with him, plowed open. This union of our bodies, this coupling feels vital and necessary. Like this was the one thing I’ve been missing my whole life. “Yes. Channing.”
He pauses, and I nearly die. Then he shoves in deep and hard with a snap of his hips. “Say it again.” His voice is pure sandpaper.
“Yes,” I say, then realize what he means. “Channing. Yes, Channing.”
“Whose cock do you need?” Another brutal thrust and a stop.
“Yours. Please.”
And then Channing comes undone. I hear his rough exhale as he braces one fist beside my head and grips my nape, holding me down like I’m his sex doll. “I’ll give you what you need, Julia.”