Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 109705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Gladly. He swiped his tongue through her folds, groaning as her taste exploded in his mouth. Fuck, nothing tasted better than his mate when she was slick and ready. Again and again he licked through her folds, pausing to lash at her clit or circle it with the tip of his tongue. When she squirmed and let out one of those frustrated moans that always made his cock twitch, he speared his tongue inside her.
Marcus swirled it around before sinking his tongue into her over and over. Her thighs were shaking and she was writhing restlessly. Knowing she needed to come, he briefly suckled on her clit before thrusting his tongue back inside her pussy. At that, she arched her back and came. He lapped up every drop, growling in objection when she moved away. “Get back here.”
“I was going to reward you.” Straddling one of his thighs, she clamped her hand around his cock, and pumped him once before sweeping her thumb over the head. “Don’t you want a reward?”
Helplessly, he arched into her fist. “Again.” She pumped him hard and fast, doing some twisting motion that almost made him lose his fucking mind. “That’s it. Harder.” Christ, he was so close . . . almost there—
The little vixen stopped. He bucked against the restraints. “Let me up!”
She folded her arms over her chest. “Now I don’t really think you’re in a position to order me around, do you?”
He growled. She was so close yet so far, and it was driving him insane. What’s more, she knew it. “When I get free, I’m going to fuck you so hard—and I won’t give a shit if you like it!”
She laughed. “Fascinating.”
Fascinating? “Either let me up or put me inside you.”
Cocking her head, she pursed her lips. “Nah.”
Nah? Oh, he was going to kill her. Really, once he got his hands on her . . . after he’d fucked her . . . he was going to kill her.
“We’ll get to the fucking, but not yet.” She leaned over and licked his cock from base to tip. “I need you nice and wet . . . so I can ride you.”
He groaned as she curled her soft hand around the base of his cock and took him inside her mouth. She sucked him hard, taking him deeper with each pass and stroking the underside of his cock with the flat of her tongue. “Fuck, yeah. You have the best mouth.” And with her soft hair trailing over his thighs and her moaning around his cock, he was in absolute heaven. Pausing, she danced her tongue around him before lightly grazing the head with her teeth. “That’s it. Make me come.” Instead, she stopped and bit down hard on his inner thigh, marking him. “Untie one hand. One hand.” He wanted to touch her so badly, it was an ache in his gut. He didn’t think he’d been this desperate for anything in his life. Only Roni could do this to him.
Straddling his cock, she shook her head. “No. I’m going to ride you while you’re all tied up. And there’s nothing you can do about it.” She slammed down on him, impaling herself fully.
Her muscles clasped him tight. “Fuck, Roni.” Slowly she raised herself until only the head was inside her, and then she slowly impaled herself again. A few more times she did that before he rumbled, “Faster.”
Paraphrasing something he’d once said, she replied, “No, because when I have this cock inside me, it’s mine. And right now, I want to ride it nice and slow.”
He snarled. “You don’t like ‘nice and slow.’ This is killing you as much as it’s killing me. Let me up, sweetheart, and I swear I’ll take care of you.” She swiveled her hips. “Do that again.” She did, and he groaned. “Roni, I need it harder. You need it. Come on, give us both what we need.”
“You need it?”
“Yes,” he gritted out.
“Bad?”
“Yes. Fucking do it, Roni!” Nails digging into his waist, she rode him hard. He arched into each of her downward thrusts, needing to be as deep as he could possibly go. He wanted to grab a fistful of her hair, wanted to yank her close and bite down on her neck. Bound, all he could do was watch as she fucked herself on his cock, slamming up and down. It was a sight that would be burned into his memory. “Untie me so I can touch you.”
“Not a chance. You’ll get what I give you.” She paused to rotate her hips. “Understand?”
Marcus was ready to tell her he’d never submitted in his life, and he wouldn’t start now. But this wasn’t “anyone.” It was his mate. In that sense, it didn’t really matter who was in control right then, because she owned him anyway. It didn’t mean it wouldn’t gall him to verbally agree to submit, though—or that she wouldn’t pay for torturing him. “Fine. I’ll take what you give.”