Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
It’s like he’s teasing me now by dragging this out, even though we both just want to let loose.
I want him to let go.
To take me.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Please, what?” He asks, lips against my ear.
“Just… please.”
I can feel his smile. “Not specific enough. You’ll have to keep letting me do this my way.”
“Please, fuck me.” I feel a rush of embarrassment, arousal, and surprise by my own words. I’ve never been the vocal type with this sort of thing. I’ve never even talked dirty with a guy before.
Jameson sucks in a breath and his grip on my breast tightens. His fingers close over my sex, rubbing skillfully in a circle that makes me want to bend forward and gasp. I can’t, though, because he’s gripping me too powerfully. He’s holding me to himself and I can feel his arousal pressing against the small of my back. I want to touch it, but my hands are bound and I couldn’t turn around if I tried right now.
“You…” he says slowly. “You make a compelling argument.”
I can sense that he still wants his little game to play out the way he intended, but I’ve got him on the ropes. Maybe if I push it just a little further. He seemed to really like it when I talked dirty. Maybe if I do it more, he won’t be able to keep dragging this out. “I want your cock,” I say, turning my face to the side so I can kiss his cheek and then his neck when he arches against my touch. “I want to feel you inside me. Please, Jameson.”
I almost laugh with how suddenly I’m pushed to the bed. I land on my bound hands, ass toward him. He yanks my panties down and then I hear the rustle of his clothes. When I look back over my shoulder, he’s already got his shirt off and is working on his belt. “Is that a yes?” I tease.
“Yes, it’s a fucking yes,” he growls.
“I’m on the pill,” I say, hesitant.
“I’m clean.” His words are careful, almost hopeful.
“I got tested after… yeah. I’m clean, too. You can do it, if you want.”
“If I want?” he laughs. His hands are on my hips a moment later and he reaches around me, teasing me with his fingertips. I feel his length pushing up against me, warm and ready.
I grind my ass back against him, hungry for what he has. Hungry for what I need.
“I want to see you when I fuck you,” he says suddenly. He flips me over and climbs above me. His broad, muscled chest is dusted with dark hairs that trail down his belly.
He takes my hands and pushes them overhead like he’s about to bind me to the bedposts.
“I want to touch you,” I complain, tugging my wrists apart so the chain clicks.
He considers, then he straddles me, his very impressive manhood resting on my stomach. He brings my hands down between us, and I think he’s about to undo the cuffs, completely giving up the game. Instead he brings my arms forward and guides my hands along his body. First, he leans forward so I can run my fingers down his cheeks, then his neck and through the short hairs on his chest. I moan aloud when he leads me down the ripples of his abs and finally to the pulsing length between his legs.
“Oh, God,” I breathe.
I start to stroke him with my hands. He’s big enough that I can use both hands on top of each other. He reaches behind himself to plunge his fingers inside me. I gasp as he fills me with two, then three fingers, curling them skillfully until I can barely focus on what I’m doing.
I get lost in the movements of our bodies until he’s gently pressing his hands to mine, urging me to stop before he climaxes. But he doesn’t stop what he’s doing until I’m writhing beneath him with stars in my eyes and fire beneath my skin. I convulse, clenching all around him and crying out.
I’m still riding the echoes of my orgasm when he slides back, pushing my legs apart. He meets my eyes and positions himself above me.
My eyes squeeze shut when I feel him start to press inside me.
“Open them,” he commands. “I want to watch your eyes when I fill you for the first time.”
For the first time. I nod my head obediently. So much for his claim that this was a one time thing, I guess. He takes my wrists from my chest and presses them over my head against the pillows, pinning them down with one arm while he holds himself up with the other. He rocks into me, filling me more with each thrust.
I want my hands in his hair, on his back, and on his ass. I’m greedy to touch him and I can’t with my hands like this. I hook my heels against the backs of his thighs and pull him deeper into me, gasping and breathing in thick gulps. I can barely take this. It’s too fucking good.