Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
My shirt is the first thing to go, along with my bra. Soon he’s pulling my shoes off and the rest of my clothes until I’m standing completely naked in front of him. Holy shit. Sure, he’s seen me naked before, but we’re normally in a bed or something. Not me standing pressed up against the front door of his place.
“Did you eat?” he asks as he rises to his feet in front of me.
“What?” I ask. Why is he talking about eating right now?
“Did you eat?” he repeats.
“Whitney made buttered noodles,” I tell him, biting the inside of my cheek.
“Kitten, I know you. That answer isn’t going to work on me. Now did you eat what Whitney made?” I huff a breath. Sometimes him knowing me too well really bites me in the ass.
“Why do you even care? You were busy handling other things.” As soon as I say the words, I want to take them back. They're rude. I know he was working, but that stupid assistant is still bugging me. He hasn’t even told me yet why she answered his phone.
“You asked for this.” He pulls me over toward the couch. In one quick move, he has me bent over the side with my ass in the air.
“What the hell?” I try to get up, but his hand on my back keeps me right where I am.
“Don’t fight it,” he says before his hand comes down on my ass. I gasp in surprise.
“Ace! Did you just spank me?!”
“Yes.” His hand rubs the spot he smacked. “Three more.”
“No, you jerk face.” I may say no, but I wiggle in place, wanting more.
“Okay. Five then.” His hand comes down on my ass again and again. The pain of each slap turns to pleasure shooting straight to my clit. I find myself lifting my ass higher into the air. I’m so wet it’s dripping down my thighs. Ace’s hand slips down between them.
Ace caresses my ass. His hand feels good on my tender flesh. His foot pushes one of mine to spread my legs wider for him as his hand travels downward to my sex. I swear I’m on the verge of orgasm, and the man hasn’t even touched my clit.
“Ace,” I moan when his fingers finally go to my clit.
“Apologize for the attitude.” His fingers stop moving.
“Ace. Your fingers. Please.” I wiggle around, needing friction. My whole body is throbbing. I think this is way more painful than the spanking.
“You had to have known I had no idea that woman answered my phone. I let her know it better not fucking happen again.” Yeah, maybe I did kind of know. “Now give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I shouldn’t do it, but I can’t stop myself at this point. I’ve never been this turned on in my whole life. I’m on the edge of begging him to fuck me already.
“I’m sorry. I should have never doubted you.” I give him what he wants.
“That wasn't so hard now was it, Kitten?” He places gentle kisses on my back.
“No,” I whimper.
“I’ve got you. Always have and always will.” His hands leave my back. A moment later, they are gripping on to my thigh as he buries his face between them from behind. His tongue is everywhere, licking up all of my desire before going for my clit.
It only takes a few strokes, and I’m going off, crying out his name as the orgasm rips through my body. I close my eyes, the sensation almost too much for me to take. But even though I just orgasmed, I still ache. I want more. I want all of him.
His mouth presses a few kisses to my ass. I hear the sound of his belt hitting the floor. My eyes spring open, and I push up, turning to face him. His buttoned shirt is gone, his bare chest on full display.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are.” His hand cups my cheek. I lean into his touch. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking himself. A desperate need to please him fills me. I lick my lips. “You want to suck my cock, Kitten?”
I clench my thighs together. This isn't my Ace. He doesn't speak this way. “Yes.” I want that so damn badly. He drops his hand from my cheek to reach around me to the couch. He grabs one of the throw pillows and drops it to the floor.
“On your knees.” My body drops down on its own, my knees hitting the soft pillow. He guides his cock toward my mouth. I dart my tongue out, stealing the drop of cum that has formed on the tip. “You've gotten greedy.”
“For you.” He’s the one that’s made me greedy. I always want Ace. That’s never been an issue. But what I’m experiencing right now is something else altogether.