Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
No. Not old TJ. The TJ in her head, the perfect TJ her twelve-year-old self had loved.
She let him go in that moment because the real TJ was a magnificent mystery, and she wanted to solve him.
He pinched her clit, making her eyes close as pain and pleasure warred in her veins. It was a fight she couldn’t possibly lose because both sensations were out of this world. And then her breath heaved as he clamped her, trapping her clit with the binder.
“And you taste so fucking good.” TJ sat back, licking his fingers as he stared at her, his eyes dark and hot with desire. He rose and dragged his shirt over his head, revealing that magnificent chest of his. He tossed it aside and undid the fly of his jeans. “You look ready now.”
She wanted to argue with him, to tell him she’d always been ready, but that was pure stubbornness. She hadn’t been. If he’d tried to clamp her breasts a few years before she would have pushed back, not eagerly accepted the experience. The same way she would have pushed back on any thought of giving up making all her own decisions. She was ready for compromise now. For partnership. “I am, Sir.”
She thanked Kala for all the abs workouts because it took a surprising amount of strength and balance to lift herself up and get into position to take his cock in her mouth. She managed it without a protest, rising gracefully even as the clamps did their job, forcing her focus on them.
He grinned, a sign that her cuddly TJ was still in there. “That was sexy, Lou.”
She winked at him because she liked thinking of her badass self as sexy. Hopefully when she was his mom’s age she could still kill a man with the strength of her thighs. Goals. “I’m glad you think so, Sir. Now show me. You know you’ve never let me stare at your cock. It’s not fair because you stare at me a lot.”
“I need my staring time,” he acknowledged, “but I’m a fair man. You can stare all you like.”
He shoved his jeans down, freeing his cock. It was a thing of beauty. Lou sat there, her body aching with need, and took him in. Every inch of him was precious. She really did want to take him in her hands, but that wasn’t happening now.
TJ moved in, invading her space and looming over her. His hand found her hair, sinking in and twisting lightly. She could feel him everywhere. Her ass still stung slightly from the slaps he’d given her. His “rope” was wrapped around her wrists, and she definitely couldn’t ignore what he’d done to her nipples and clit. He was everywhere, and that was probably his point. He surrounded her with his will and dominance, and she gave him her submission.
All in all, not a bad exchange.
“Take me,” he demanded.
She could do that. She felt her whole body go on full alert as she leaned forward, ready to make her Dom happy.
* * * *
She looked like his every fucking wet dream. Not merely because she was gorgeous and naked and wearing his marks, but because she was Lou. She was the right one. The only one.
And she was so beautifully trussed up and ready for him. Something had changed when she’d shed her clothes this time. She was always so worried, her mind always thinking, but this time he’d watched as she’d found her power.
It was so hot on her.
He kept a hand on her hair. The other stroked his cock, though he didn’t need to. He was pretty much as hard as he could get and had been since the moment he’d realized she was going to take off her clothes. He’d gone from the fucking depths of despair to not being able to think because all the blood in his body was in his cock.
Her tongue came out, swiping over his cockhead and making him bite back a groan. He wouldn’t be the Dom he wanted to be if he immediately came all over her face. There would be time for nasty quickies later on, but now he needed to make this last and make it meaningful for them both.
Watching his big dick disappear behind those lips of hers wasn’t helping. He could feel his balls threatening to draw up and wondered how they would feel in Lou’s soft hands. “You’re killing me, baby.”
“Not my plan.”
He loved the sass she seemed to have found since she’d joined the Agency. The confidence she’d developed was beyond sexy. It was everything.
They could make this work.
He held himself still as she explored his cock with her tongue, sending darts of heat all through his system. She rubbed her tongue along the underside of his head until he was sure he wouldn’t be able to take another breath. All the while she watched him, her brown eyes shining with desire and power.