Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Finally, Cain drew me close for a slow dance while everyone watched. He might not like dancing to fast music, but he was smooth as silk when it came to the slow numbers. Our bodies pressed close together, and we knew it was time to say goodnight.
Because what we really wanted was to be alone together.
“So, where are they?”
I lay across the bed in my white lace bridal lingerie, my head propped in my hand. My fingers drummed impatiently against the bedspread. Cain was finally out of the bathroom.
He took one look at me and started to salivate.
“Wow.”
“Hmm?”
“You look . . .”
“Stop stalling. I want the handcuffs.”
“You were serious about that?”
“Hell, yes, I was serious.”
He gave me an odd look and shook his head. He bent over his suitcase and turned around with the cuffs in his hand. I nodded my approval, feeling very powerful. This was going to be fun.
He pulled me out of bed with one hand and handed me the cuffs with the other.
“It’s our wedding night. I want you so badly, sweetheart.”
“I want you too.”
He dipped his head and kissed me. It was a kiss full of promise and heat. Heat that was going to have to go unfulfilled for a little while.
SNAP.
He lifted his head and stared at his hand in confusion.
SNAP.
He looked at his other hand.
“Now, Princess—” he started. But I cut him off.
“Bed. Now.”
He just stared down at me. I smiled sweetly.
“You promised.”
He got onto the bed and looked at me.
“Now what?”
I straddled him, and he grinned, reaching for my hips. I slapped his hands and told him to stretch them overhead. Then I cuffed him to the bedposts.
I ran my fingertips over his chest and he growled.
“I need four.”
“In my bag,” Cain replied, his voice sounding strangled. I slid off him slowly and walked across the room. I looked over my shoulder at him, giving him plenty of time to look at my ass. He was practically drooling.
This was off to a very good start.
I got out the remaining cuffs. I fitted them to his ankles, tracing my fingernails up and down his calves. He had such gorgeous legs, I wanted to bite them. So I did. It was a good thing he was so tall, or else I wouldn’t have been able to attach the cuffs to the footboard without chains or something.
I stood back and admired my handiwork. Perfect. I smiled at the big, beautiful man on the bed. He was helpless. He was completely at my mercy. And I was about to ride him like a roller coaster. Just . . . not the body part he wanted me to ride.
He was sporting a serious cock stand.
I got myself a glass of water and a bowl of ice. His eyes widened at that. He watched me carefully, his chest rising and falling with increasing speed.
I climbed onto the foot of the bed and climbed up and over him. I kissed the inside of his knees. I licked his inner thighs. And then I slid over his cock to sit on his belly.
“Hmm . . . you look good like this, Cain. What should I do first?”
“Fuck me,” he urged. “That’s a good place to start.”
“I don’t think so.”
I ran my hands over my chest and rubbed my nipples through my bra. He was staring at me intently, watching my every move. The man looked hypnotized. I reached back to scrape his thighs with my fingernails, just grazing his cock.
“I think I need some help with these. Will you suck them for me?”
“Yes,” he growled, lifting his head.
I shimmied forward, unclasping my bra. I played with my nipples, not far from his face.
“Are you sure you want a taste?”
“Yes, dammit!”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please let me suck on your tits.”
Oh, my.
Okay then. How could I say no to that?
I leaned down and pressed my nipple to his lips. He suckled me for a while, swirling his tongue against the sensitive nub. I pulled back and offered him the other nipple. I started rocking my hips. I was getting so excited.
I pulled back and reached backward, gripping his cock. He moaned helplessly. I ran my other finger down to the edge of my panties.
“I think I need help with this too.”
“Fuck! Let me eat you.”
“Say please.”
“Please let me eat your pussy.”
“Hmm . . . much better.”
I stood above him and pulled my panties down. He was staring hungrily. I lowered myself above his face. I dipped down and felt his tongue sliding over me. I lifted up again and he cursed.
“Ride my fucking tongue.”
I exhaled and did as he asked, lowering myself down until I felt his tongue pushing inside me.
“Oh!”
I started moving my hips in little circles, riding his tongue like a cock. He moved it inside me, touching my pussy walls from every angle. I reached down to finger my clit while he watched.