Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
She shakes her head and then tells me no.
“These are good tears then?” I question, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “Yes,” she answers and I soothe her ass again before telling her, “Now it’s time to stand up.”
I help her to her feet, and Ella wobbles a bit as she finds her balance. She pulls herself upright and looks me in the eyes without wiping the tears from her face. So I do it for her.
“Ask me something,” I say. “Ask me while the camera’s watching.”
“I’m not sure what to ask,” she says. “I just want to touch you.”
“Keep your hands at your sides,” I say and to ease the immediate disappointment, I add, “You can touch me later.”
“What’s your favorite thing about me?” Ella asks after a moment.
“How red your ass is right now,” I joke but then I tell her, “How I feel like this was meant to be. Like there isn’t another person in this world that could want me and need me exactly how I want and need you.”
Ella thinks for a minute. “Do you ever wish you could go back?”
No.
There’s a chill that spreads over every inch of my skin. I know the answer right away, but I don’t want her to think I’m telling her what she wants to hear.
If I had the chance, would I go back? Would I try to change things?
The answer is still the same.
“No, jailbird. I wouldn’t. How could you even think that?”
Her head shakes softly and she swallows audibly. Her bottom lip quivers and before she can say anything, I pick her up and toss her on the bed onto her knees. Lowering my lips to the shell of her ear, I tell her, “I’m going to fuck that thought out of your pretty little head and you’re never allowed to think it again.”
As I slam inside of her to the hilt and she struggles to stay upright, I remind her, “You are mine and I’m exactly who you’re meant to belong to.”
I almost add “right now” but the words stop short. She is mine and she will stay mine. That is all that matters.
ELLA
Every time he looks at me like that, nothing else exists.
It seems to get more intense as the nights go on. Four nights in a row now, we’ve spent our evenings in the playroom. Tonight we’re in my bedroom, but with that look, we might as well be in the playroom.
“Kiss me,” he says. The command is roughly ordered and I obey immediately.
Every small touch seems longer as time seems to slow. Heat and want dance along every inch of my skin. His fingers barely graze my curves as he breaks the kiss. I shiver from the touch and then bite down on my lower lip, peeking up at him and waiting.
He doesn’t make me wait long.
“Strip.” The singular word is deadly on his lips.
His hungry gaze watches me and I take my time, making my motions as seductive as possible. Slowly tugging the fabric off and watching as his gaze roams down my body in longing. My bra unclasps easily enough and he licks his lower lip watching my nipples harden as wisps of cool air caress my skin.
As the last piece falls into the puddle of fabric, he groans, his right hand flexing and his gaze finally coming back to mine.
He murmurs in contemplation, “What toy do I want to use on you tonight?
With one step forward, I dare to take a bit of control.
“Do we need toys?” I question, reaching down and gripping his already hardened length through his slacks. “I just need you inside of me.”
“My greedy girl,” he says and I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. With lust reflecting in his eyes, all I want is more. More of his praise. More of his touch. Anything that involves more of him.
“Your good girl too, aren’t I?” I whisper, maintaining eye contact all the while, and drop to my knees in front of him. The carpet is rough against my knees and I don't care. My breathing is heavy and I’m careful not to fumble as I unbutton his slacks, then tug the zipper down.
With a heavy groaned exhale coated in desire, Zander spears his fingers through my hair while his other hand helps me pull down his pants and boxers all at once.
The instant I’m able, the head of his cock is in my mouth. I moan around him, sucking the bit of salty precum from the tip and then massaging my tongue against the underside of his cock.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck as I take more of him into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Ella,” he hisses and warmth flows through me. I hollow my cheeks, giving him pleasure. My nipples pebble from the chill of the room and I love it. I love this. I love him.