Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
She drops the handkerchief, and her hand pulls down on her dress, revealing those perfectly pierced tits.
My cock needs to be buried deep inside her. But if I fuck her, I know I won’t have enough of her. It means our agreement will be over in a blink of an eye, because if I’m in her only once, I won’t be able to contain myself. And then we’re done. But if I can limit myself—no, torture myself—to just a taste, it might take the edge off.
I release my grip as I drop to my knees. I don’t care if the fucking ground is wet from the rain. This woman has me so wrapped around her pinkie, and in the way she stares at me, she fucking knows it.
“If I’m a connoisseur, then I specialize in sweets because your cunt is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
At this angle, her gaze pierces through the dark night with only the interior car light acting like a halo around her. But she’s anything but angelic.
I lean into her, licking over the bars pierced in her nipples. A small moan escapes her as she watches me, but her hand slowly reaches out to grab my shirt and pull me closer.
I’m not the only one who’s been holding out, it would seem.
Good.
I suck on her perfect nipples, gripping her thigh tightly to anchor her, as if any moment she might go up in smoke like she never existed.
“You owe me one truth,” she says with a tight breath.
I spread her legs and keep my hand on her chest to push her back. She holds the edge of the leather seat and dashboard as I smirk at the welcome of this short dress and, of course, no panties.
Fucking perfection. I push her dress farther up so her bare ass rests on my leather, and dip my tongue between her folds. So fucking perfect.
“You’re already wet for me, Red,” I say as I taste her.
“Stop speaking,” she says as she feathers her fingers through my hair and pushes my head down. I’m more than happy to oblige as I devour every bit she gives me. I insert a finger, eliciting a moan from her and then a second as I pump into her.
I slide my hand from her tit to her throat and hold her in place.
“Fuck,” she says as her head rolls back, and she gives in to me little by little.
My cock pushes painfully against my trousers. I’m creating my own misery. But I know for Anya, sex is simply transactional. She’s someone who loves the high of it, the power play, and it’s not something I’m willing to give her yet because I haven’t made her mine. And I’ll be fucked if I’m letting this she-devil slip through my fingers.
I’ll bind, gag, and trap her in a basement somewhere before I let her go.
“Let me ride you,” she demands, and goes to move, but I keep her in place by my hand at her throat.
Oh, Anya, how I would like nothing more than to watch that perfect body of yours bounce on my dick.
Fuck, I’m getting more addicted with every taste.
This beautiful fucking woman is so used to men being on their knees for her, but I doubt she’s actually felt anything past physical attraction and domination. I’m hellbent to be her first and only she’ll feel anything deeper with. I’ll make her beg for it.
I pull away and bite her inner thigh. Another moan escapes her with one more lick, savoring the taste of her.
Her eyes fly open as I retract my hand from her throat and get up from my knees, my pants now wet.
“What the fuck? You can’t be serious,” she hisses. “Get back on your knees now.”
I graze my thumb across her sharp cheekbone in admiration. I want to gag her on my cock, use those sweet lips for what they were made for.
“Igor would’ve come for you eventually. That’s why I shot him. I think it’s fair you owe me a proper date since I turned down a forty-million-dollar deal for you.”
She slaps my hand away, a wild fury taking over. She’s sexually frustrated, and it gives me satisfaction to know she took my rule seriously.
No one else is to touch her.
No one but me.
“I don’t owe you shit. I also don’t need you protecting me or my honor. I can handle myself, Lake.” She grabs her clutch and shoves me out of the way as she adjusts her dress.
“I wasn’t defending your honor. I was securing my chance of having more tastes of you, if I’m being honest,” I tell her. “Can’t do that if you’re dead, now, can I?”
“That’s fucking presumptuous, thinking you can have a taste whenever you please,” she snaps.
I cock an eyebrow with a smug smile. “I do believe I was between your legs less than a minute ago. Now, get back in the car.”