Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
She distracted him by grabbing his shirt and tugging it up and over his head, skimming her fingers over his heated skin here and there. Drawing his thoughts from those damn bikers to the woman before him.
By some miracle he still had his erection.
As he worked on unfastening his belt and jeans, she went down on her knees to unlace and remove his boots.
Just like the other morning.
As soon as his socks and boots were gone, he dropped his jeans and boxer briefs to his feet, his erection bobbing as he straightened.
“Shower,” he ordered. He didn’t want any more delays.
Even so, he remained where he was and watched her head to the attached bathroom in all her naked glory, focusing on the marks he left behind on her ass. Not the ones left by others.
And holy shit. That sight just about took him to his knees right there and then.
She paused in the doorway and turned her head. “Coming?”
He planned on it.
Her deep groan caused by him massaging the shampoo into her scalp made his cock flex. As soon as he was done with that, he grabbed the hand-held shower head and rinsed out all the soap.
She grabbed a bottle of conditioner and held it over her shoulder. He took it and slathered it all over her hair. As it worked its magic, she turned and raised her eyes to him, her wet eyelashes clumped together. “Condom?”
Fuck. Since all the blood from his brain had pooled in his cock, he hadn’t even thought about needing one for in the shower. That was fucking dumb.
He shook his head. “In my wallet.” He had tucked two in there to replace the one he used with her the other day. Unfortunately, that wasn’t doing him any good currently.
“I bought a box yesterday but it’s in the nightstand.”
She did? Had she planned on using them with him or with someone else?
He wasn’t sure he wanted an answer to that question. “Then, we need to finish this shower.”
She pursed her lips. “Mmm. Not yet. I still need some time to let this conditioner work.”
Holding onto his waist for balance, she slowly lowered to her knees.
That might not be the best idea about now. He’d been dangling precariously from the edge since spanking her.
The time in the shower helped somewhat, but still…
After wrapping her hand around the root of his cock, she tipped her dark eyes up to him and opened her mouth.
He held his breath when she held the tip of his cock near her lips.
Jesus, the anticipation. Was she getting back at him for doing the same to her earlier?
He didn’t have to wait long. His eyes automatically shut when her mouth surrounded him. He forced them open, because if he got lost in his head, he’d be done for.
When she swallowed him almost to the root, his head jerked back and he set his jaw and clenched his fingers into fists, hoping that would help keep him from losing his shit within seconds.
He inhaled each breath through his nose and exhaled out of his mouth. His pulse pounded so hard in his ears he had difficulty hearing past it. His cock throbbed dangerously as she swirled her tongue around his length. His balls pulled tight when she sucked the tip.
But it was when she took him deep into her mouth again, his hips began to twitch with the urge to thrust and he had to cry mercy.
“Cami,” he whispered. “Unless you want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop.”
Of course, she ignored his plea, the same as she did his orders. She considered them more as suggestions than directives.
“Cami,” he started again, louder and much firmer this time. “You’re playing with fire.”
He needed to avoid whimpering. That just may happen if she continued to ignore him.
She smiled around his cock.
“If you want me to fuck you, now would be the time to stop.” As much as he would like to, he couldn’t spend the next few hours in bed with her. He had to get back to The Plant. And if he came now, he’d have to scrap his plans for sinking his cock deep inside her and making her come.
She released his cock with a wet pop.
Thank fuck.
“I guess I can live with that,” she said as he grabbed her elbow and helped her to her feet.
Chapter Twenty
Straddling his lap, she slowly rose and fell on his cock.
He wasn’t sure where to keep his eyes trained. On the ecstasy covering her face? On her tits bouncing as she rode him?
On her throat working with each moan?
On his rock-hard cock as it disappeared inside her over and over?
Or all of the above?
Suddenly her eyes opened and locked with his. “Are you watching me?”
“Of course I am. What am I supposed to do, stare at the fucking ceiling?”