Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
The space between my legs began uncontrollably throbbing, shooting wave after wave of need straight through me.
“There. Not so difficult,” he said with a tone that skirted arrogance. “Now strip and get on the bed.”
I shrugged my brows.
“Please,” he added but wasn’t really asking.
I slowly pulled my blue shirt over my head and then shed my jeans while his eyes burned through me. I left on my bra and panties, walked over to the bed, and sat on the edge. If he wanted me naked, he’d have to finish the job. I couldn’t claim to be as comfortable in the nude as he was. Plus, there was something inherently erotic about a man removing your panties. I wanted to watch him do it.
“Then you’re about to get your wish,” he said.
Ah, yes. Nothing in my head is private.
He walked over and stood in front of me, putting me eye to eye with his dick. I cleared my throat, wondering what would happen next. Was he going to try to shove it in my mouth or—
“What sort of man do you take me for?” he said. “I do not shove my cock into places with teeth. Not without an invitation.” He pushed me back on the bed and slid his hands up my legs before gripping my underwear. I watched him slowly slide them down to my ankles before tossing them to the floor. I would savor that image the rest of my life—having a gorgeous, strong, well-hung man prepare me for sex.
He stared at my valley between my legs and then grabbed my knees, opening me up to him. He growled as his hungry gaze lingered on the sight of my entrance.
I watched as his hand glided down his six-pack and began stroking his own length, as if he were fantasizing about what came next.
“That is exactly what I am doing,” he said, his voice gravelly. “I am going to fuck you raw and deep and then finish right where I can watch myself bathe the entrance to your beautiful pussy with cum.”
Okay, um…
He grabbed my legs, lifting my ankles over his shoulders, and then moved onto the bed. He wedged the head of his cock in my slick, heated entrance, making me moan. Feeling his warm, soft crown nudging against me was almost enough to drive me to orgasm.
“Do it,” I panted. He hadn’t kissed me or removed my bra to expose my hard nipples. He hadn’t taken the time to explore my body with his mouth. And it was perfect. Probably because we both knew the last few days had been foreplay. He’d had to have heard my hungry, sexual thoughts a million times or noticed how I’d been trying not to stare at his strong back and thick arms.
Or that ass. His fucking muscled ass. He’d heard it all—me wanting him in me, over me, grunting and pumping deep.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he said, his voice slow and deep. “Better than a dream. Every damned piece of you.”
I felt the same, even if I was undeniably terrified. How could he think I’d ever kill him when I want him so much?
“It was a mistake.” His pale eyes focused on my face, like he was possessing me with his gaze. “After I fuck you, we will talk and find another way. Just forget everything I said before.”
Before I could ask which thing he meant, he thrust deep in one fluid motion.
Oh God. I gasped, a mixture of delicious discomfort and pleasure as he rocked the base of his shaft against my clit. So good. So good.
I wanted him to let go of my legs, to get closer so I could touch him.
Listening to my thoughts, he did just that. I could definitely see the potential of Draco being inside my head while he was inside my body.
Fuck me from behind. Do it hard. Make me come with your hand.
He pulled out, and with a deep, sexually charged growl, he turned me over. His strong hands gripped my hips, tugging me to my knees and into position. I instantly felt the head of his slick cock pushing in. Just an inch, then out again. He repeated the motion, teasing my plump, pink flesh with his dick.
Just do it. Fuck me like you promised. Leo and I had had sex. I’d had sex with a few others before him. But never, not once in my life, had I ever burned like I did for Draco. The need went beyond animalistic.
He thrust hard, producing a sharp pain inside as he hit the entrance to my womb. I loved the fact he was so thick it hurt and so long he almost didn’t fit. I wanted him to push my boundaries because with every thrust, there was no room in my head for anything else.