Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Mav separated from me long enough to ask, “Where do you want me?” and I barely found my voice long enough to speak when he made a move to start stripping off his clothes.
“Slowly,” I murmured as I leaned back against the doors.
Mav’s eyes lit up with molten desire at my order and I filed that away. It would definitely come in handy tonight. “Shoes first,” I said and instead of staying where I was, I walked to one of the big plush chairs in the corner near the bed and sat down to enjoy the show. Mav worked his boots off along with an ankle holster of some kind that I hadn’t even known he wore and then he took his socks off too. Since I hadn’t actually ordered him to remove the socks, I shot him a questioning look which had him hardening his jaw. But I knew it also excited him to know I was in charge because the bulge in his pants grew even more impressive.
“Shirt,” I said. “Turn around first.”
Mav turned around and slowly pulled his shirt off. Saliva filled my mouth as I watched the snakes shift and dance along his back with every rippling flex of his muscles.
“Turn back around,” I ordered when I’d taken my fill. Mav turned around, shirt still in hand. When I nodded, he dropped it to the floor.
“Button and zipper, but nothing else,” I murmured as I shifted in the chair, trying to find some more space in my pants. Being sexually aggressive wasn’t something I’d ever even conceived of, but it was like an all-consuming drug.
Mav’s fingers were slow and deliberate as he unbuttoned the jeans and the slow descent of the zipper had my dick notching up with every little click of the teeth separating. “Come over here,” I said when Mav had released the hold on his pants. As turned on as Mav was, he didn’t lose any of his confident swagger as he approached me and stopped until he was almost touching my legs.
“Take yourself out,” I managed to say, though my mouth felt exceedingly dry.
Mav took his time pulling his cock out and the sight of the clear fluid trickling down his engorged shaft had saliva suddenly flooding over my tongue. “Taste yourself,” I said as I lifted my eyes to his. Mav’s gaze held mine for a split second before he ran his fingers over the head of his dick. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hand as it slowly lifted to his mouth. His tongue lapped out to lick the fluid off, but I barely let him have a taste before I said, “Now kiss me.”
Mav stopped moving his mouth, presumably to make sure he didn’t obliterate the taste of himself and then he leaned over me and slid his mouth against mine. But to my frustration, he kept his tongue in his own mouth and I was too impatient to order him to do anything else so I shoved my tongue past his lips and slid it over his. I sighed when his flavor hit me. We ended up kissing for several minutes before I remembered our little game and I had to force myself to let him go. But before he could step back, I said, “On your knees.”
Heat flashed in Mav’s eyes as he hovered over me and I could hear his breathing ratchet up a notch. He was playing the cool character, but I now knew better. I held Mav’s eyes as he dropped to his knees between my spread legs. His hands were resting on my thighs, but he didn’t move them. “Take the rubber band out of your hair,” I said as I let my eyes scan the length of Mav’s chest and then down to his bobbing cock that was now glistening with pre-cum. Mav’s black hair slipped over his shoulders as he tossed the rubber band to the floor. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to let my fingers play with the slight curls on the end.
“Undress me,” I murmured as I released his hair and leaned back. Mav took his time working my shoes and socks off and then his big hands skimmed over my belly before searching out the very last button on my shirt. I hadn’t given much thought to my clothes when I’d grabbed a fresh change of them when we’d picked up Baby, but now I was insanely glad I’d picked a button down shirt because the feel of Mav’s fingertips brushing my skin as he separated my shirt with every button he worked free was heaven. By the time he reached the top button near my neck, I was struggling to get enough air and I was suddenly desperate for him to finish so I could give my next order. I leaned forward to help him work the shirt completely off of me and then I sat back and waited. I held my tongue as Mav slowly began working my pants free and I realized at some point he’d become the one in control because by the time my pants and underwear were gone, I was writhing with need.