Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
There never has been.
With most girls, I have to stare down at them.
That’s not the case with Carina.
All right, maybe a little bit. But the height difference isn’t as great as some of the other people I’ve been with. There’s about six inches to separate us instead of a foot or more.
I like the height on her.
I like the long, lean lines of her body. Especially the graceful way she’s able to move them when she dances.
I blink out of those thoughts when she stabs a finger into my chest. “When are we going to sleep together?”
My brows shoot up at the unexpected question.
Is she actually impatient to have sex with me?
Has hell frozen over, and I’m the last to know?
I never actually thought this day would come.
Did I dream about it?
Damn right I did.
Most of the time, I don’t think she can stand me.
Actually, it’s probably way more than that.
The difference here is that she wants me.
Me.
The thought makes me a little bit giddy. Her eyes narrow when a chuckle slips from my lips.
“Don’t worry, pretty girl. Your pussy will get exactly what it needs but that doesn’t mean I can’t drive you a little crazy before I take you.” My voice drops as she sways closer. “When you’re all achy with need and crying for relief, only then will I fill you up until you can’t take another damn inch.”
Her nostrils flare at my dirty words. Her voice is breathless when she mutters, “Then I’ll just use my vibe.”
My hands shoot out, wrapping around her elbows before tugging her forward until the tips of her breasts are smashed against my chest. Electricity zips through me at the points of contact. I angle my head until my mouth can ghost over hers without ever quite touching. Her breath catches as she tips her face toward mine as if trying to swallow up the distance between us.
We hover in suspension until thick tension crackles in the air.
Instead of leaning into the touch, I retreat.
That’s all it takes for a whimper of need to escape from her.
“Did you really think you could throw out all those rules and I wouldn’t come up with one of my own?”
The thick haze filling her eyes dissipates.
“You ready for it?” There’s a pause. “No masturbation while we’re together.”
“What?” Her mouth drops open in shock. “No way! You can’t do that.”
“Sure, I can.” I drag her just a bit closer until I can feel the hammering of her heart. “If you want to masturbate, it’ll be in front of me.” As if that’s not enough, I add the clincher that will really send her temper skyrocketing, “But only when I give you permission to do it.”
“You’re out of your damn—”
I shake my head. “Sorry, that’s the way this little arrangement is going to work, pretty girl.” My voice drops a few octaves. “I bet after the other night, that’s exactly what you went home and did.”
“Actually, I took care of myself in the bathroom at the arena.”
That image alone is enough to give me wood.
“Damn, I would have loved to see that.”
She juts out her chin. “Too bad. You don’t get to watch me masturbate.”
A slow smile curves my lips. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”
When she grumbles, I release one of her elbows and snake a hand between us until it settles against her pussy. When her pupils dilate, I stroke my fingers against the seam of her lips.
“I agreed to your rules. Do you agree to mine?”
Another whimper explodes from her.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be worth the wait. I’ll be worth the wait.”
When she presses her lips together, refusing to answer, I nip her bottom one between my teeth, tugging on the plump flesh before sucking it into my mouth as I continue rubbing her center. It’s a constant barrage of pleasure that will only fan the flames of her desire.
“I need an answer, Carina. Or you can forget about my dick.”
When she arches into my touch, my fingers fall away, leaving her bereft.
Her body sags against me as if she no longer has the strength to hold herself up. “I think you’re trying to torture me.”
Damn straight I am. By the time I’m finished, she’ll be owner specific.
“All you have to do is tell me what I want to hear.”
“Fine.”
“Good girl.”
She inhales sharply as her pupils dilate.
This girl couldn’t be more fucking perfect if she tried.
It shouldn’t surprise me that she likes to be praised. As fiery and scrappy as Carina can be, at the end of the day, she needs someone to gently stroke her hair and tell her what a good girl she is.
And I’m just the man for the job.
When I’m confident that she won’t sink to the floor, I release my grip on her arm before slipping around her and taking a quick step in retreat.