Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Fooling around was satisfying, but it would never compare to fucking. I couldn’t wait for that moment when she finally spread her legs and allowed me to take her—to take all of her until there was nothing left.
It’d only been two weeks.
Two more to go.
It felt like a goddamn eternity.
I straightened my tie before I pulled out my phone and texted her. Sweetheart. I commanded her attention before I elaborated, wanting all her focus like the Dom I was.
The three dots appeared. Sexy.
My eyebrow immediately arched at the nickname. I was expecting a question in response, not a tease. You’re coming over for dinner tonight. Be there at 7.
Bossy, aren’t we?
Baby, you have no idea. I suppose.
What are we having?
For an appetizer, you. And for the main course, me. She didn’t know the half of what I wanted to do with her. If she did, she would run away screaming.
Sounds delicious.
I’ll see you at 7. No panties.
Pardon? I could hear her attitude through the phone. I could even picture her hand on her hip, her eyes burning in molten fire.
You heard me. No panties.
The three dots disappeared. Instead of being concerned I chased her off, I was confident it pulled her closer. Her thighs had to be pressed together, and her pussy would be slick thinking about what my mouth was going to do with her. The second she walked over the threshold, I would yank up her dress and inspect her obedience.
I hoped she disobeyed me.
Because I would love to punish her.
A little after seven, she arrived. She wore a black dress with a thick jacket on top. Knee-high boots were on her feet, and a red scarf was wrapped around her slender throat. She held a bottle of wine, trying to be polite.
I didn’t care about the wine.
I put it off to the side then inspected her further. Her long hair was straight and full, framing her beautiful face and highlighting the gorgeous color of her eyes. She didn’t wear tights under her dress, making for easy access.
I didn’t say a word to her.
She didn’t say anything to me.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, feeling her tits press against my chest. I wanted her nipples to grind against me, hard and pointed. I wanted her to come to my doorstep wrapped only in a jacket and shoes—nothing on underneath. But this turned me on just as much.
I brushed my lips past hers without giving her a kiss. A quiet sigh escaped her lips, so muted I barely heard it at all. She smelled like roses and Christmas, mixed together in a beautiful package. My hand automatically fisted her hair so I had the right grip on her, and I yanked her head back so she was exposed to me. The fact that she allowed me to do it turned me on more. She could easily fight me, but she didn’t.
I kissed the corner of her mouth, covering her freckle with kisses. I loved that thing and that it contrasted against her pale skin. Naturally, it turned me on—the only flaw to her perfection. “I missed you.” My fingers tightened around her hair, securing her like a boat to shore. She hadn’t given herself to me yet, but I was taking her—bit by bit. I kissed the other corner of her mouth before I finally pressed my mouth against hers—right in the center.
God, it was good.
Her plump lips felt heavenly against mine, so soft and smooth. I remembered how that scorching mouth felt around my cock. So tight and wet. Just a simple kiss from her was erotic. My tongue slipped in when I tried to restrain it, and that made my cock press tightly against the zipper in the front of my jeans.
I wanted to push her up against my door and fuck her.
My hands glided down her back, feeling the curve until I reached the dip just above her ass. My fingers kept moving down, feeling her perky cheeks before I reached her thighs. I grabbed the fabric of her dress and pulled it to her stomach, revealing the lower half of her body.
My fingers returned to her ass, and that’s when I felt the fabric of her thong.
She disobeyed me.
I kissed her harder, bruising her lips. “What did I say?”
“I don’t care what you said.”
I guided her against the door until her back was pressed into the wood. My mouth was still pressed to hers, and her hair was securely wrapped in my fingers. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. Do you understand me?” I kissed her freckle again before I finally pulled away. I looked into her eyes, dominating her with my scolding look. I wanted her to obey, but having her not obey me was hotter.