Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Except he’ll do more than touch me. Once again, my attention falls to his pants and the noticeable outline of his erection.
Erection.
I’m not unfamiliar with the word. I know how the male anatomy works. I even know what’s expected of me. As if to confirm my suspicion, he unbuckles his belt and unfastens his pants.
“Unbutton your top, Novalee.”
My fingers visibly shake as I reach for the first button, and it takes three tries before it slips free of the loop. I undo the next two then look at him for instruction, hoping he’ll allow me to stop at showing cleavage.
“Keep going.”
Gulping past the tightness in my throat, I reveal more skin. The material parts, exposing my satin brassiere. Liam tugs on the blouse, one brow arched in silent command, and I let the top slip off my shoulders.
“Take off the undergarment too.”
The urge to beg is intense, a plea for my modesty on the tip of my tongue, and I hesitate a second too long.
“I don’t issue orders twice,” he says, gripping me by the chin. “I’ll make this as easy on you as I can, but this is your only warning.”
His tone is harsh, stabbing like a knife to my gut, and before he can give the command again—and punish me for it—I remove the last piece of material covering my breasts. A draft of air caresses my nakedness, coaxing my nipples to bud. I’ve never felt more vulnerable than I do now, on my knees and naked from the waist up.
Liam draws in an appreciative breath. “Stunning.” He grabs my wrists and forces my hands to my chest. “Play with your nipples.”
“Why?” I whisper.
“Don’t question me.”
I’m utterly humiliated as I fondle my nipples, gently rolling the sensitive peaks between thumb and forefinger.
“Good girl,” he breathes, reaching for the stretchy material of his boxer briefs. He exposes himself, and at the first sight of his shaft, my eyes bulge.
“It’s big.”
“You’ll learn to take it.”
I don’t see how. He’s thick and long, and his fist doesn’t cover half the length as he folds his fingers around it. I can’t hide a nervous gulp.
“Will you be gentle?”
With his free hand, he palms my face, the brush of his thumb a caress on my cheekbone. “Compared to some of my brothers, I’ll be merciful.”
And that’s where the gentleness of his touch stops.
Fisting my hair, he yanks my head back, and the position angles my face just right, his harsh grip ensuring I can’t escape his hold.
“Please,” I gasp, despising myself for the slip-up. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“Your inexperience is what draws me.” He strokes his length, confident in his skill as he moves his hand from root to tip and back again. “Pinch your nipples.”
I follow his command, adding more pressure to the flesh between my fingers. A curious warmth darts between my thighs. I once touched myself, bringing about the same tingly rush spreading through my bones now, but my sense of embarrassment was too strong, and I stopped before it went any further.
“Harder. Make them ache.”
Maybe if I make my nipples hurt, the warmth between my legs will go away. I press down hard, face tightening from the hot pain radiating through my breasts.
The wet tip of his erection pushes against my lips. “Taste me,” he says, pulling my hair until I dart out my tongue.
He’s salty with a hint of bittersweet, and I’m not sure if I like the taste or not. I lick my lips clean, and then his flesh is there again, pressing against my lips until they part and allow him entrance. My mouth closes around the plump head, and he sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “So sweet.”
And then he starts to thrust, his raspy voice shooting out curt instructions like suck and no teeth and gag for me. That last command confuses me until he pushes toward the back of my throat, and I realize he means to go deep.
Too deep.
Instinct kicks in, and I push my tongue against the hot flesh in my mouth.
“Don’t fight me,” he says with a low growl, pulling out and slapping his dick against my cheek. “My brothers won’t be as gentle and patient as me. They’ll tire of your teasing and take their pleasure from your ass.” He thrusts into my throat again, only this time when the gagging starts, I fight to accept it.
To accept him.
“This is for your own good, my sweet girl.”
He sets the tempo with quick jabs, and my chest aches from gagging on his girth. Humiliation clogs my nose, making breathing difficult with the way he’s claiming my mouth. I peek up, desperation a scream on my face, and our eyes meet. His are darker than a moonless night, lids at half-mast.
He seems…entranced. Caught up in a spell. A curious sense of power takes hold of me. I’ve never felt anything like it before.