Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
She moaned in pleasure.
“You like that, huh?”
“Yes.” He spread her cheeks slightly, then pushed them together once more. Damn, who knew a butt massage could feel so amazing.
There was a hardness against her stomach. She wriggled, getting up on her knees between his legs.
“Can I do something for you?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Something for me?”
She nodded. She reached for her dress, intending to pull it up over her breasts as she realized they were bare. But he brushed her hands away.
“Leave your breasts out,” he ordered. “What would you like to do for me, little bit?”
“I want to make you come. Please?”
“How will you do that?”
Shoot. He’d never struck her as talkative. But it seemed when it came to sex, he couldn’t shut up. Well, not quite. But she wasn’t used to talking about sex.
“I thought I’d take you into my mouth.”
“Did you? Then what?”
“Then I was going to suck you until you came.” She bit her lip worriedly. “I might not be any good, though.”
He narrowed his gaze then sat up. “And what makes you think that?”
“My ex. He kept telling me I needed practice. But usually I was so tired that I wanted it to be over, so I did it as quickly as possible so I could sleep.”
He let out a low, growling noise of displeasure.
“But that’s not how I feel about you,” she said hastily. “I want to suck you off. I just . . . don’t know how good I’ll be at it. And I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”
He pulled her onto his lap and ran a finger over her nipple. “First, I could never be disappointed in you. Ever.”
She wasn’t sure that was true, but it was nice to hear.
“Second, if there is ever a time you feel pressured to do something you don’t want to do, I want you to tell me. If I don’t listen, you’re to walk away. Understand? You don’t put up with that sort of shit. Not from anyone.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing against him. “You’re a good man Victor Johnson.”
“Nope. Good try, though.”
She leaned back so she could look up at him. Licking her lips, she gave him her best puppy dog eyes. “So can I touch you? Suck on you?”
He eyed her. “Maybe not today, little bit.”
Oh, shit. She’d ruined things by being honest. Crap, she should have just kept that to herself.
“Hey, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“I was just wishing I hadn’t told you that.”
“You’re to tell me anything that worries or upsets you.”
“Even when it stops you from doing something that we both want. Or that I want and hope you do—”
He placed his lips against hers, silencing her. “You’re sure?”
“Yes. Please. I really, really want to take you into my mouth.”
“Damn, baby. You beg so prettily. I think you should beg every time you want my dick in your mouth.”
If it got her what she wanted, then she wasn’t above begging.
“Please say yes.” She clasped her hands together.
He ran his fingers through her hair. “Christ. Not sure I’ll ever be able to say no to you.”
“I’ll remember that.”
He grasped her chin. “Unless it’s something that will put you in danger. I’ll never allow that.”
A shiver ran up her spine at the promise in his words. She believed him. And she loved how he kept her safe.
“I’ll try not to ever put myself in danger.”
“Good girl,” he said in a rumble of approval. “Don’t want you to be . . . intimidated by me.”
What did that mean?
“I won’t be. You don’t scare me.”
He grunted but didn’t look convinced. “Move back onto your knees where you were before.”
She slid back, kneeling between his legs.
He slid onto his back once more. “Undo my belt.”
Fingers shaking with excitement, she followed his order.
“Now, my pants.”
She undid the button and zipper, then waited for more instruction. She might be the one about to pleasure him. But there was no mistaking who was in charge.
And it definitely wasn’t her.
He lifted his hips and pushed his pants and boxers down, revealing his thick long cock.
Holy. Shit.
She’d had some idea of his size. But it seemed her imagination didn’t live up to the reality. Is this what he’d meant by intimidating her?
Yeah, he was huge.
And yeah, she wasn’t entirely sure how he’d fit inside her.
But that didn’t mean she was turned off or scared of him. Not at all.
“You worried about my size, baby?”
“I’d be lying if I didn’t say that you’re definitely large. Far bigger than my ex—”
He interrupted her with a low growl of displeasure. “I thought we’d agreed not to talk about that bastard.”
“Sorry,” she said hastily.
Reaching down, he ran his hand up and down his monster dick.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“You’re scared?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie to me. That will never be acceptable. If you’re worried or frightened or whatever, I want to know.”