Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
That wasn’t quite true. She’d survive, but her ability to trust a man would be affected.
But he didn’t look disgusted or let down. Instead, his gaze turned even hungrier as he took her in.
“Baby girl, shit. I don’t know what you were so concerned about. Girl, you’re a fucking goddess.”
Wow. She couldn’t help but preen as he said that. Later, she might be embarrassed about standing here in front of him like this. Where he could see all of her. But that look in his eyes, on his face, bolstered her self-confidence.
“Fuck, pretty girl. I need to touch you. Taste you. I am going to spend hours feasting on this body.”
She was certain that was an exaggeration. But he’d already spent longer on foreplay than Geoffrey or Axel ever had. So she wasn’t complaining—not at all.
With his free hand, he cupped her breast, playing with her nipple until it was a hard, hungry nub eager for any touch.
“Oh. Ohhh,” she cried out.
“You’re so sensitive, aren’t you, baby girl? These nipples are so fucking beautiful. Look at you, you’re gorgeous.”
He moved his finger faster around her clit. Around and around. Then he flicked. Back and forth.
Whimpers escaped her as he teased and tormented her.
She closed her eyes, not wanting to see herself any longer.
“Uh-uh,” he warned, stilling. “No closing your eyes. You close your eyes, and it all stops. Understand me?”
She opened her eyes immediately. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. This time, I’m going to be nice to you, naughty girl.”
Nice? How was he going to be nice? By giving her multiple orgasms?
Lord. Yes, please.
“You get to come whenever you like. That’s your reward. You don’t have to ask permission.”
Um, what the hell? There would be times she’d have to ask permission?
She hadn’t signed on for that.
What kind of freaking sadist was he?
“I can’t . . . I can’t hold back,” she panted out. Her hands clenched around the top of the counter.
He removed his hand from her breast, reaching down to lightly smack her ass.
Oh fuck.
That did it.
Who knew she’d have a thing for spanking? Well, apparently he’d had some inkling. Because as he smacked her ass cheek twice, she fell over the edge into bliss. It was amazing. Her head fell back as her cry of pleasure filled the room. He didn’t step back straight away like she’d expected. Instead, he slowly helped her come down, his finger lightly touching her clit as he kissed along the back of her shoulders.
As reality returned, she blushed, squirming as she realized she’d just come in front of him.
He’d watched her in the mirror. He’d seen her face as she’d . . . yikes.
“I, um, ah . . . well . . .”
Oh, so now she couldn’t find any words. Typical.
In a move that surprised the heck out of her, he brought the finger that had been playing with her clit up to his mouth and sucked on it.
“Delicious.”
Holy. Heck.
He grinned. “You look so shocked. Didn’t you know that you were delicious?”
“How the heck would I know that?”
He simply chuckled. Then he spun her and lifted her onto the counter, pressing between her legs so they opened.
“So damn sexy.”
Ooh, that rough growl in his voice ran over her skin, touching all of her nerve endings in the best way possible.
“You’re so beautiful. Maybe I shouldn’t let you wear clothes when we’re alone.” She really wasn’t into the idea of being naked all the time.
Not that there was going to be any more time together after tonight.
Fuck.
21
Butch moved his hands over her thighs and she stared down at his tanned, tattooed hands on her white thighs.
Lord, that was a sight she would remember forever.
There was something about his forearms that just did it for her.
He placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing lightly, and she shuddered. She didn’t think she’d be ready for another orgasm so quickly. One was usually all she could manage.
“Butch.” She grabbed his wrist with her hand. Not that she’d be able to move him. The man was stacked with muscles.
He could do whatever he wanted to her.
And for some reason, she loved the idea of that.
“Move your hand,” he commanded.
Shit. Her clit throbbed at his bossy tone.
Something was definitely wrong with her. But the thing was, she wasn’t interested in fixing it. This was the most fun she’d ever had during sex.
She dropped her hand away.
“Put them behind you and lean back.”
She did as ordered, her breath quickening, pulse racing.
“That’s better. Now, just to remind you. I am in charge. Your job is to do what I tell you. You don’t need to think about what to do. Or whether what you’re doing is right. Because as long as you obey me, you are pleasing me.”
She kind of wanted to tell him that pleasing him wasn’t always at the top of her to-do list.