Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Her ass cheek rippled again with the next smack.
Like the bites and nibbles, he knew how hard to strike her. Enough to make her wet and beg for more, but not hard enough for her to beg him to stop.
“That’s so fucking beautiful, Sloane. You’re beautiful. Too good to be true.”
Every compliment he bestowed on her made warmth swirl through her. He wasn’t stingy with them, either.
Decker was good with a lot of things. But most of all he was good for her self-esteem. Not once since she met him had he said anything, even by accident, to make her feel self-conscious.
Was she perfect? Far from it. Her sweatshirt didn’t lie, she had thick thighs. Along with fleshy hips, boobs that didn’t point toward the moon, and her lower belly had a slight pooch. Her body wasn’t flat and tight, it had a few stretch marks and some cellulite. She didn’t go to the gym or even go for a run.
But it was like he didn’t see any of that.
And that was rare, special and greatly appreciated.
Never once had she felt the need to cover herself in his presence. And the more times she was naked around him, the more confidence it gave her.
He ripped her from her thoughts when he slapped her ass again, this time the unexpected sting making her gasp, then follow it with a groan.
“Nice and pink. No one will see that but me.”
He brushed his lips over those spots again, the untrimmed hair on his face tickling her skin. A few seconds later his lips and his beard were gone. Nothing left behind but a whisper of air.
Her pussy pulsated, waiting and wanting to feel the head of his cock at her opening. Instead, he slid his thumb through her wetness one more time, then pressed it against her anus, putting slight pressure there but not going any farther.
He was good at testing her reactions when it came to new things and she appreciated that. He never did anything without a warning, whether physically or verbally. He either eased her into them or abandoned them all together.
While she was experimenting, it seemed so was he.
Maybe he’d never been like this with any other woman. Could that be true? Could they both feel so naturally comfortable with each other that he saw her as a way to expand his own horizons?
Possibly.
If so, she’d take it as a compliment.
Chapter Twenty-Four
With Decker pinning her wrists at the small of her back, her hips propped up on the pillow and a hand buried deep in her hair, he pumped in and out of her at a slow, steady rhythm. A frustrating pace he purposely kept in order to hear her beg him to go faster and plead with him to fuck her harder.
She did neither.
Because tonight she would resist doing that for as long as she could stand it. She would push her limits once again because she could do so with him without regret.
With the grip on her hair, he yanked her head back until it touched the top of her spine and her throat was stretched to its limit.
His fingers trailed down her ribcage and over the curve of her hip, getting closer to where she wanted it.
Where he knew she wanted it but was purposely not going there.
Screw it! “I need you there.” Not a beg or a plea, but a damn fact.
“Where? Tell me.” His deep grumble filled her ear, sending little shock waves down to her already sensitive clit, making it pulse intensely.
Everywhere whispered through her mind. “My clit. Touch me. Make me come.”
“Don’t worry, I plan on making you come.”
Of course he did. He’d never let her down once. Not yet, anyway.
Suddenly she was free, and he was rolling her over and settling her hips back on the pillow but he didn’t immediately slide back inside her. Instead, he moved down the bed and circled her clit with his mouth.
Well then… she could live with that.
Her breath caught and a low, needy moan escaped when he sucked so damn hard, she bowed off the bed. “Yessss. Like that. But I want you inside me.” Again, not a plea but a demand.
“Patience.”
It wasn’t only the simple order that made a lot more than her clit pulse, it was also the deep timbre of his voice. The rumble reminded her of standing adjacent to train tracks while a locomotive sped past.
“I have none,” she confessed. “And it’s your fault.”
“Find some.”
Just like that. Find some.
She lifted her head and glanced down her body at him. His head hovering between her legs, his dark brown eyes tipped to hers.
“You’re awfully bossy, Owen Decker.”
A grin flirted along his lips. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She sure wouldn’t.
Her head dropped back to the mattress as he began to eat her like a melting ice cream cone on a sweltering summer day. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she encouraged his endeavors by wrapping her legs around his back, lifting her hips, and pushing out his name on a strangled moan.