Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“Strip down and let me see you in something expensive,” I say, taking off the big wooly coat she has on and then the sweater.
Once the shirt is over her head, our lips are connecting again. She must have on fifty layers of clothing because every time I peel one off there’s another underneath. I’m going to throw those rags in the trash after today because my girl deserves better.
“Your lips are so soft,” she whispers as she kisses me again and I smile.
“You taste like cinnamon,” I tell her and she pulls back and bites her lip.
“I had a mint.”
It’s so sweet and innocent that I grab her ass and pull her against my cock. It’s hard and demanding between us, and the way it’s throbbing right now has me impatient for more skin.
“Take off the rest of it,” I say as I help her stand up between my knees. I stay seated on the settee.
She’s got on a small tank top and her long jean skirt, both of which are worn and don’t fit her right. Her fingers play with the edge of her shirt before she takes a deep breath and pulls it off. Then she quickly rids herself of the skirt, then her bra and panties.
Bee is completely naked in front of me and her soft, silky skin is shining in the light. I want to reach out and touch her, but I force myself to just sit there and look at how fucking magnificent she is.
“Jesus,” I breathe, reaching out and taking one of her hands in mine. “You are so beautiful.”
I look into her eyes when I say it because I want her to know that I mean it and that she can trust me. I’m going to make her body mine and do so many filthy things to it, but I want her to know that I will take care of it the entire time.
“I’m scared,” she says simply and I shake my head.
“I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” I say, pulling her closer to me, and I place a kiss on her bare stomach. “Including myself.”
Her hands run through my hair as I drag my lips up her belly and to her breasts. Her breasts hang heavy and I lick her hard nipple before I take it into my mouth. Her gasp of surprise is nothing compared to when my hand moves up her thigh and between her legs. She’s got a patch of curls that are as blond as the hair on her head and it makes her look almost bare. I feel her damp lips on my fingertips as I move my mouth to her other nipple.
“Is this what you meant by play with me?” She moans again and spreads her legs.
I nod. “Almost,” I say, spreading her lower lips and rubbing my thumb against her clit.
She hisses as she pushes her hips forward, and I’m cocky as fuck right now. I dip one finger into her tight opening and go back to sucking on her nipple.
To my utter surprise and delight, her pussy slicks with need, already bracing for an orgasm. I don’t know if she’s ever had one before because she’s gasping like she’s scared and she’s clinging to me.
“Oh God, Ragnar, something is coming.”
“That’s your pussy, baby, and it’s going to feel so fucking good.”
She cries out and I pretend to cough to cover it up as she comes undone in my arms. She buries her face in my neck, and I keep playing with her until I’ve wrung the last of her orgasm out of her.
“I can’t feel my face,” she says, and then I feel her giggle against me.
“That’s the idea,” I say, slipping my fingers from her pussy and licking them clean.
She turns her face and I find her lips and kiss her again. I want to lick her and play with her some more, but I also want her to have a day of pampering in other ways, too. I plan on having her stay at my place tonight, so I keep telling myself that we’ve got more time. I’m impatient. Now that I’ve found Bee, I don’t want to let her go.
Chapter Nine
Bee
I change from one outfit to another with my head in a fog. It’s been almost an hour since Ragnar sent my body into the purest pleasure I’ve ever felt and still it lingers all over me. I slip on another dress that falls perfectly on my body, and once again I think Grace really does know what she’s doing. Everything she brought into the room for me to try on fit exactly right.
Ragnar sits there watching my every move and he looks like a caged animal waiting to pounce on me. I keep thinking he’ll get bored and wander off and maybe come back later but he never moves from his spot. His long, thick legs are outstretched in front of him as he watches me try on all the clothes. He looks like he’s enjoying himself as much as I am, and I don’t think it’s the clothes, though they’re making it fun. I love the hungry look he gets each time I try something else on. I look sexy and I had no idea feeling that way would make me feel more confident and powerful. I think the orgasm he gave me is making me have an out-of-body experience. I look over to Ragnar and realize it’s him that’s making me feel that way. From the moment I met him I thought everything was a dream and that none of this could really be happening.