Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Rolling his eyes.
“Hold that thought,” I said, turning to go back into the bathroom, spitting the toothpaste out of my mouth, then moving back out into the bedroom, storming over to the side of the bed.
“Uh oh,” he said, but he was still smirking at me.
“Let’s get one thing straight, shall we?”
“Can’t wait,” he agreed.
Damn him.
He was stupidly hot when he was being all cocky.
“You don’t get to make decisions for me. You’re not my father.”
“Never said I was.”
“And yet you called my work and told my boss that I can’t come in when I am clearly perfectly capable of coming in.”
“First, it was fucking Cill,” he said, shaking his head. “Secon—“
“Ah no. We’re not counting like you have any leg to stand on here,” I said. “Let alone two of them.”
He moved so fucking fast that he was a damn blur.
One second, he was lying there on the bed, calm, casual, being cockily insufferable while I glowered down at him.
The next, I was flat on my back on the mattress with him over me.
I won’t lie.
It was fucking hot.
“Second,” he started again as his hips ground down into me, making his cock press against me, “I was planning on fucking you long and hard enough that you wouldn’t be able to walk straight tonight,” he told me. “If you want, I can double-check with Cill to make sure that’s a valid excuse for calling out of work.”
“We could have fucked and I still could have gone into work.”
“Not the way I plan on doing it,” he told me.
My sex clenched tight in anticipation, knowing damn well that the man had the kind of stamina required to literally go all night if he was so inclined.
“You think you’re that good, huh?” I asked, just to nettle him.
“Just for that attitude, babe,” he said, shooting me a wicked smile I immediately knew not to trust. There was something evil planned behind it, I knew it. “Each time you make a noise, I stop,” he told me, grinding his cock into me.
He damn well knew what he was doing.
Because, well, I’d always been very… vocal about my pleasure when we were together. Enough to make people on the other sides of our hotel rooms slam on the wall in annoyance.
Threatening to stop doing… whatever he was doing each time I made any kind of noise? That was the very definition of torture.
“Until when?” I asked, shooting small eyes at him. “Until I beg to come?”
“No, babe. You gotta be silent even when you come,” he said, grinding down into me once again, making my breath hitch, catch, stopping just shy of making a noise.
“Just so you know,” I told him, sucking in a deep breath when his cock rubbed against me again. “The payback for this is going to be fucking torture.”
“Can’t fucking wait,” he said before sealing his lips to mine.
It was easy enough at first.
To stay silent.
First, because his lips were on mine.
But also because I could focus enough not to make any noise when all he was doing was grinding his cock against my pussy through both our underwear.
But then he was pulling up my shirt, his lips sealing around one of my nipples, licking, nipping, sucking, and I had to press my lips together to keep the sounds in.
Then he was yanking off my panties and settling his face between my thighs.
The bastard teased and tormented me for what felt like ages before his tongue finally made contact with my clit, and the sensation was so strong, so overwhelming, my whole body jolted as a whimper escaped me.
And what did he do?
Lifted his head, resting his chin just above my sex, and smirking up at me.
“I hate you,” I grumbled down at him, only making his grin spread wider before he dipped his head again to continue his sweet, evil torment.
I was more prepared then, though, biting my lower lip as I tried to focus on my breathing, on keeping myself quiet.
“Damnit,” I whimpered when Slash sucked my clit hard, making a ragged sound escape me as his lips promptly moved away from me.
This time, though, he didn’t duck his head back down, instead moving to kneel at the edge of the bed, reaching for me, turning me, and pulling me until I was on all fours.
I had no idea what his intentions were until I suddenly had my shirt over my head, then over the back of my head, trapping both of my arms when he yanked it backward, using it to bind me, to hold me where he wanted me with one hand as his other landed a slap to my ass before I felt his cock sliding between my thighs.
“Can’t bury your face in the mattress to keep quiet now,” he mumbled, making me realize the man could practically read my mind because that was exactly what I’d been planning to do, knowing there was no way I could keep quiet when his cock was inside of me.