Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Talk to me,” Ambrose said. “I need to know what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking this is one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made in my life, but also the easiest.”
Ambrose frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that I love you. I want to be with you. I want to see where this takes us, and I can find a way to help people, but I do want enough time to set someone up for my position who’s going to do right by Albertine Parish.”
“I can arrange that.”
“You’re not killing off my deputies.”
“I don’t need to kill them. I just need to find their secrets and make sure they could never win an election.”
“Is there anything you can’t do?”
“I thought so, but you’re proving me wrong.”
I kissed him then. I couldn’t resist. It was hard to keep my hands off him for more than a few minutes at a time. He relaxed into the kiss, and I eased him back onto the sofa, giving him a chance to protest if he didn’t like the feel of my weight on top of him, but he circled his arms around my neck, and his hips rose to meet mine.
Our movements quickly grew more frantic. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other, making me wild. I wanted to push his legs apart, pull his pants down, and see how good it felt to bury myself inside him, but I wasn’t sure he was ready for that. And if he were never ready for it, that would be okay because he was mine, and we’d figure this out together.
“I want to taste you again.” Ambrose slid his hands down to tug on the waistband of my pants.
I pushed up onto my hands and looked down at him. “Like this? You want me to straddle your shoulders and feed you my cock?”
Ambrose’s eyes went wide. “Fuck yes.”
He watched hungrily as I undid my pants and pulled out my cock. His mouth was hanging open before I could get into position. I braced myself on the arm of the couch and lowered my dick toward his mouth, teasing him by holding myself just out of reach.
He growled and tried to reach for me, but I pinned his arms to his sides with my legs. He could get free himself if he really wanted to, but instead he cursed me and writhed, fighting me but not hard enough to actually release himself from my hold.
I brushed his lips with the tip of my cock, then slipped into his hot wet mouth. He groaned and the vibrations of his voice had me thrusting deeper, unable to control myself.
He took what I gave him, swallowing around me and looking up, holding my gaze, his eyes filled with need. I worked myself in and out, trying not to push too hard, desperately wanting to drive all the way in and let him choke around me. I knew he would take it. He wanted this, he wanted me on top of him, he wanted to pleasure me, and that made me hotter than anything ever had before. This man, this incredibly skilled, generous, dangerous man wanted me when he’d never even wanted a man before. I felt fucking powerful.
Would he let me come in his mouth? Would he swallow it down? Would I keep going and take away that choice, watching him struggle beneath me? Jesus, that would be hot, but I’d only do that if I was sure it was what he truly wanted. I liked the games we’d played, and today I wanted to be the one in control. I thought he wanted that too.
I raised up, pulling my cock from his delicious mouth.
“Do you want more? Do you want me to come down your throat?”
“Yes. I want to know what it feels like. I want to try… Fuck, I want to try everything with you.”
“We’ll do anything you want, anytime.”
But if he was going to get to experience that, then I also wanted him to know what it was like to give me his own load. I set one foot on the ground and swung the other over his body.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.
“Wait and see.”
“You know I’m not good at that.”
“Maybe that’s why I’m doing this. It’s for your own good. You need to learn a little patience.”
“Fuck you.”
“Be patient.”
He flipped me off as I stripped, but he also watched me, looking like he might come and get what he was salivating for.
When I pulled off his boots and started working on his pants, his expression changed to a questioning one.
“Trust me.”
I watched his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallowed before nodding. I divested him of his pants, leaving his shirt on because I wanted to keep him there on his back. He was too lovely like that, laid out for me, his hard cock standing up from his body like it was asking for my mouth.