Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Don’t think about that part.
Caleb carries me to his bed and drops me in the middle. Bear follows, prancing around Caleb’s heels until Caleb sternly tells him to leave the room and my dog immediately obeys.
“Get naked,” he orders me like he ordered my dog. He shucks his jacket, shirt and boots so I have that very fine view of his tattooed chest, ripped abs and the V of muscles heading southward into his jeans.
“Excuse me?” I have to take exception to his bossiness.
“Ten seconds, sweetheart. Or there will be consequences.”
Flutters in my tummy. Okay, that sounds exciting.
“What kind of consequences?”
He grins. “The spanking kind.”
The flutters burst into a shower of sparks and heat cascades through my limbs. Before I even make the rational decision to obey him, I’m stripping off my clothes.
Caleb opens his dresser and pulls out a long, green sock.
I lift a brow, covering my breasts—or at least my nipples—with my forearm.
He climbs over me, with no ceremony—all business—and grasps my wrists. A tug and a few quick movements and he’s tied me to his headboard with the sock.
Who knew socks had such creative uses?
I tug. I can probably slip out of it, but I don’t want to. I love all the responsibility for this interlude lying squarely on his shoulders. Like the other times—he’s showing me something. I don’t have to perform, compete or do. My insecurities don’t crop up or creep in. In fact, they all slip away because he makes me feel beautiful and desirable.
“Too bad,” Caleb mutters.
“Too bad, what?”
“I was looking forward to spanking that luscious ass of yours. Guess I’ll just have to settle for fucking it.”
My anus contracts in response. “Um… wait. I’m not sure—”
“You’re not, but I am.” He uses his brusque, no-nonsense voice, but I’m almost certain if I really didn’t want this, he’d stop in a heartbeat. Caleb is a gentleman at heart. I’m sure of that.
* * *
Caleb
I am a horny motherfucker. All I can think about is all the variety of ways I want to pound into this beautiful human. She’s lying on her back, her arms drawn up and bound, which makes her big, delicious tits part and lift. Her silky red hair is spread like a fan around her head. Her pussy is untrimmed, which is sexy as hell to me, because I want to be the guy who shaves it. I have this fantasy of putting her in the bath and scraping her clean of hair everywhere below her chin.
I want to show her every position in the playbook. Make sure her education with me is as thorough as it can be and she loves every second of it.
And right now that means I need lube. Lots of it, because I don’t want her to be in pain when she takes my giant bear cock up the ass.
“Don’t move,” I tell her, which makes her snort since she can’t anyway. “I’ll be right back.”
I grab some olive oil from the kitchen and wash my hands.
When I come back, I have to stop in the doorway and breathe deep to shove back the desire to give her a mating bite.
She’s not a shifter. And I’m not claiming her.
My bear backs down because, yeah. He’s as horny as I am.
Her strawberries and ice cream scent mingles with her feminine arousal, filling the room like the sweetest perfume.
“Spread your knees, baby.” My voice comes out two octaves deeper than usual. I’m still in the doorway because I want to be sure I have the bear under control before I touch her.
When she drags her lower lip through her pretty white teeth and butterflies her knees, I almost keel over from the sudden throb of my cock.
“Fuck.” I stalk over to her and drop the olive oil bottle beside her so I can hook both hands under her thighs and feast between her legs.
She shrieks the moment my tongue hits her clit and then writhes against my face, making the cutest sounds as I eat her. I take my time, getting her good and swollen, her natural juices dripping onto my tongue.
When she’s babbling my name urgently, I finally take a break and open the olive oil bottle.
“Ohhh, Caleb. Oh boy. I don’t know…”
“You don’t. But I do,” I tell her. I dribble some oil onto my fingers. “Your job is to relax and take it. Mine is to make sure you enjoy it. Understand?” I rub my oiled finger over her anus, lubing it up good before I apply a little pressure. The trick is to wait a moment. There’s an initial puckering and then the ring of muscles relax. I wait until they do and push in, massaging all around to lube inside.
While she’s still getting used to the intrusion, I return my mouth to her pussy, treating her to the most lavish tongue-lashing I can concoct.