Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
My stomach dipped violently.
Shit.
I loved when he spoke so unforgivingly. It had me so hot and bothered I thought I’d come right there and then.
With gentle fingers, I pushed the kimono off and it fell into a pile behind me, leaving me dressed in a pair of satin and lace panties and their matching strappy bra. When I moved to push the strap of my bra down, his hand caught mine and he spoke quietly. “Leave it on.”
Somehow, I knew he’d like it. The second I saw it, I thought of him. It was beautifully delicate with its sheer lace cups and thick black straps, crossing all over, making me look tied up like the gift I was. It came across as a dominant male’s dream, and I was inwardly delighted that he was affected by it.
I mean, I specifically remember him once telling me he liked his women in silk and frilly shit because they were gifts to be unwrapped.
Well, Merry Christmas, Twitch.
As if he heard my inner thoughts, his eyes roamed my body, and he muttered, “Pretty.” Then his scowl returned. “Stand up.”
It was hard to stand when the jerk didn’t offer a hand, but I managed to rise as gracefully as I could, and when I turned to face him, I caught him looking down at my tits through that sleepy gaze of his. He swallowed hard then reached up behind him to grip the back of his shirt and pulled his tee off.
And that body.
What a reveal.
My insides were a mess. I wanted to cry at the sheer beauty of that inked form of his. He was delectable, and I hoped he gave me permission to run my tongue all over the muscular plane of his stomach. Maybe lower still to the hollow that sat just under that stomach. Farther still to lick my way across that indented V, the same V that pointed like an arrow to the place I wanted to suck so hard that he gifted me the salty sweetness of his seed.
Fuck. I wanted him to come in my mouth.
He made light work of his shoes and socks, shucking his pants down his legs and stepping out of them. Sure, he kept his boxers on, but the way his hard dick bobbed out from over the lowered waistband was hot as hell. After all this time, I wasn’t disappointed. And when he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, he spread his legs wide and patted his lap. “Sit.”
This was new. I was a little confused, but I went willingly, and the moment I sat on his thigh, looking ahead, I knew why he was doing this.
We were directly in front of the dresser mirror.
An arm came around my waist and pulled me back, flush against him, and the feeling of his cock resting against my ass was almost too much. Knowing it would get me in trouble and not caring in the slightest, I looked into the reflection, right into his eyes, and lifted my hand to my breasts, sighing as I rolled my nipples between gentle fingers.
Surprisingly, he allowed me a moment before his other arm came around me, constricting me, cocooning me so tightly I could barely move. And when he placed his lips to my cheek, nipping me lightly, he asked a deathly quiet, “Who is responsible for your orgasm?”
I huffed out an annoyed breath and earned another nip to my jaw.
My eyes lowered, but he put a stern hand to my jaw and turned me to face him, and when I lifted my eyes to his intense, blazing stare, he was so darkly beautiful I could have died. “You are,” I whispered almost lovingly. And he heard it.
A soft kiss to my jaw was my reward.
When he jerked his chin toward the mirror, I twisted to look back into our reflection just as Twitch ran a hand down my side, across my thigh to hold my hot mound.
The burning desire he caused set me alight. My heart smoldered, and when he released me to wrap my hair around his hand, I knew I would do anything for this man, willingly, just to please him.
His blunt fingers began to rub against me, and although I felt I was losing myself, I knew what he wanted of me and I held his stare. He began to rub harder while keeping his slow pace, and I took in a quaking breath. When he gripped my thigh and draped my leg over his, leaving me open to him, my heart thumped. I was so close. And when he used his thumb to push my panties to the side, I closed my eyes, thankful he was finally going to touch me. My scalp pinched as he gently yanked my hair, forcing a wince from me, and I opened my eyes to watch as he ran his middle finger up and down my slit, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world.