Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
He was going to make her understand that his universe now revolved around her.
“Lay back on the bed.” He wasn’t as connected to the D/s sex most of his friends craved. Sanctum was more like a fun place to hang out for him, but he liked the idea of taking control of Daphne. Just here. Just when they were intimate. Otherwise, he was more than happy to follow her lead. She wanted to see a romcom instead of an action movie? He would pop some corn and get ready for his damn heart to melt. She wasn’t into baseball? Cool. That’s why he had friends, but if she wanted him to help out at the bakery instead, he would work for kisses.
And food. She was really good with baked goods, and he could trade his services for cupcakes.
Of course, nothing was going to taste as good as Daphne.
She moved back and started to lie down, but she didn’t seem to understand what he was looking for because her head was on the pillow, her arms open to him.
Like he was going to move that fast. No way. No how. He was going to show her that slow could be fun, too.
He pulled the cute shoes off her feet and circled her ankles with his hands. She looked so sweetly sexy, all naked and laid out for him. He gently but firmly pulled her down the bed until that cute little ass of hers was right where he wanted it—on the edge so he could spread her wide and get his mouth on her.
Daphne gasped again, her head coming up and eyes flaring. “What are you doing?”
Yeah, he should have known this might shock her. He would bet her ex hadn’t spent much time eating her pussy. The good news for her was he was going to. A lot. He moved between her legs, spreading them wide. “Satisfying an appetite I’ve had for a long time.”
He lowered his head down, breathing her in. Her pussy was already slick and ready for him, but he knew he could do better. She had no idea how hot she could get for him, and he was going to show her. His cock was dying, but his cock could wait. He wanted her begging him, as desperate for him as he was for her.
“Boomer, I think…” Daphne began.
He didn’t want her thinking. Not at all. He licked her pussy, getting her taste on his tongue for the first time. Sweet and lush. She was sheer perfection. He settled in, and he didn’t have to hold her legs open now.
“That feels…oh…that feels so good.” The hitch in her voice went straight to his cock, but then everything about this woman seemed to do that. Like he was hardwired to want her, to crave her.
Every little sound she made sent a thrill through him. Every groan and gasp. He parted her labia and worked one finger into her pussy, curling it up and starting to rub, exploring her softness while his tongue laved her clitoris. He worked that finger until he felt her stiffen and moan. There was the spot. That perfect spot that would prove to her she was as sensual as every other woman in the world, that she deserved this from the man who adored her.
He felt the moment she came, arousal coating his fingers and her whole body vibrating. He’d given her that pleasure, and he was pretty sure he might be the only man who’d accomplished it. It wasn’t fair to her that the other men in her life had been such assholes, but he was going to use it to bind her to him, to make a place for himself in her life.
Because she was the one. She was the woman he wanted to spend his life with, to care for and love, to build a family with.
She was still shuddering when he got to his feet, his hands shaking with need. That had to stop or he wouldn’t get the damn condom on—and he was wearing the condom. No matter how Tag joked, he wasn’t going to put Daphne into that position again. She’d had to marry her first husband. Boomer intended to be her last, and she was going to choose him.
He snagged the condom out of his pocket. He’d been optimistic this afternoon.
Now he wasn’t so optimistic he would actually be able to get out of his pants. He kicked off his loafers and tugged off his socks because he’d been told that no woman wanted to do a guy who was still wearing socks. Ever. It wasn’t sexy.
She was so sexy. She was lying back, and there was no way she was thinking about anything but how good she felt. Daphne’s lips tugged up. “You are extremely good at that, and we will have to do it again. A lot.”