Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
She removed her blouse, carefully folding it, and then her shoes and the jeans that hugged her every curve. She was wearing a lacy pink bra and some nothing underwear, and she looked like she was a package wrapped and waiting for him. The best present ever.
He knew he should wait, but he was working on impulse tonight. He moved into her space, letting his hands run down to her hips as he kissed her again. Her head tilted up, mouth softening and allowing his tongue to slide along hers.
“I didn’t mean to push your buttons,” she whispered as he kissed her cheek and up to her ear.
He nipped her lobe, a quick bite that had her gasping and shivering in his arm. “I think you did. I think you knew exactly how to get me to do what you wanted.”
“I wanted you to loosen up,” she replied. “That was all. I wanted you to see that we can meet our needs and it doesn’t have to be drenched in shame. Whatever we do together is okay. As long as we both want it.”
“I want you. I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.” He didn’t mention to her that he rarely allowed himself to want anything at all because wanting something, loving something or someone, gave his father another hold over him.
“I want you to do that again.” Her eyes had gone soft. “I want you, too.”
It was all he needed. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside before leaning over to pick her up. She was a sweet handful in his arms. He’d intended to get her on her knees, but he couldn’t wait. The cautious, wary man he usually was had fled, and in his place was this hungry Dom who wanted nothing more than to taste his sub.
He kicked the door to the big bedroom open.
Tasha’s eyes were wide as he moved into the space. “You picked me up.”
“It’s the easiest way to get you where I want you,” he admitted.
“No one’s ever picked me up.” She’d flushed and for the first time seemed the slightest bit unsure.
“Ah, so those Doms at your club aren’t the smartest in the world because my first thought when I saw you was that I should throw you over my shoulder and carry you off into the night.” He’d thought maybe it would be good to simply run away and leave behind all the weight of his responsibility. Even if only for a day or two.
“I…” she started and then her mouth closed. “I like it.”
He set her down on the bed and loomed over her. “That’s not what you were going to say.”
She stared up at him with gorgeous, innocent eyes. “I’m smart enough to know not to say what I was going to say.”
She wasn’t tiny. She was actually kind of muscular, but she would always have curves unless she starved herself. “You’re not heavy, Tash. At least not to me. I know I’m not crazy muscular like Brian, but you’ll figure out I’m more than strong enough to carry you around like the submissive princess you should be. Take off the bra if you want me to play with your nipples.”
She had that bra off in seconds, and those breasts were every bit as gorgeous as he’d thought they would be. Tasha had tan lines, golden skin fading to lighter where the cups of her bikini top would be. It made her breasts stand out, the dusky pink nipples tight and puckered.
Her legs opened, letting him move between them. He was the one who dropped to his knees, putting his mouth right where he wanted it. His body felt electric as he leaned forward and licked one nipple. “Lean back and don’t move.”
The sweetest whimper came out of her mouth, but she did as he asked, thrusting her breasts out and offering them up to him.
He traced the nipple with the tip of his finger and loved the moan she made. His cock was hard as a rock, and it would have to fucking wait because he wanted her every bit as hot for him as he was for her. Another touch and then he pinched down, twisting lightly.
Her whole body jerked and she gasped, and her feet moved against him as though she needed the contact.
“You like it when your Dom twists these pretty nipples any way he wants?”
“Yes,” she said between clenched teeth. “I like it. I love it.”
He moved to the opposite nipple and gave it the same attention, and that was when he felt how wet she was. Her pussy rubbed against him, right above his belt buckle, and those pink undies of hers were already soaked.
Fuck, if that didn’t make him feel ten feet tall.