Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Instead, he led her out to the sunlight. She gleamed like alabaster under the beating golden glow, looking lithe and womanly. Scared but brave. Shaking but determined.
He stopped her, then lifted the earphones again. “Hands at your sides, palms flat on your thighs. Shoulders back, chest up.” When she hesitated, he pressed his mouth to her ear. “Now.”
Madison complied, one motion at a time, until she stood straight, nipples stabbing the heavy, sweltering air. God, she was stunning.
He rewarded her by caressing her hip. She lowered her shoulders, relaxed slightly, no longer fighting the urge to twitch.
Time to turn up the heat.
After plastering himself against her back, he swept her hair over the opposite shoulder and dropped a kiss to the sensitive curve there before pulling the ear piece away. “Spread your legs. No matter what, don’t react. And don’t speak unless you’re saying your safe word.”
As he settled the earphones back in place, he watched the tension lift her spine again. Her breathing accelerated. Too slowly, she eased her legs apart a modest few inches. Scowling, he tapped the inside of her ankle with his boot to widen her stance. She struggled to make herself vulnerable. Matt refused to tolerate her reluctance, repeating the process three times until her feet were finally wider than her shoulders and her pussy was completely exposed. She squirmed with an obvious urge to draw her legs back together and shield herself, but she didn’t.
Matt never wanted to risk another man seeing Madison naked. He didn’t want to embarrass or upset her, either. If someone happened by with a fishing pole and a few hours to spend in the sun, he had an exit strategy, but he probably wouldn’t need it since that hadn’t happened in the past twelve days, and it was unlikely to during the middle of the week.
Barring an unexpected interruption, nothing and no one would stop him from extracting her submission. He appreciated that she kept trying, kept extending her trust, kept working to obey. It wasn’t simply about pleasing him. She did that anyway, just by breathing. For now, he compartmentalized his guilt at pushing her and got ruthless. After all, Todd would be. So he sank into that subversive head space that loved bending her to his will and gave it free rein.
The graceful curve of her neck beckoned again. He ran his tongue up her nape, cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple while he settled his fingers against her slippery clit and rubbed in slow, unceasing circles. He didn’t pause, and he didn’t show mercy as he fondled her in exactly the way that would soon have her gasping and begging to come.
Under his touch, she stiffened, then melted, her head lolling back before she caught herself. Her musky scent blended with the rich soil and Spanish moss, filling his nose. He skated his lips across her skin. Her breaths picked up, turning choppy. She held in her moans, but an involuntary whimper still escaped her.
In response, he smacked her tender pussy and her exposed clit, then again when she yelped. After that, she jerked and shuddered at his touch but remained silent. Perspiration filmed her temple and sheened her spine.
He kissed the curve of her neck again and pinched her nipple while rocking his aching erection against her backside. Each thrust pressed her onto his questing fingers, which slid over her swelling clit, touching, teasing, and tormenting the bundle of nerves until she was seconds from climax—and trying desperately to suppress it.
A heartbeat before ecstasy overtook her, he jerked away. Then, with his grip biting into her arm, he spun her to face him, settled his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her to her knees. Another gasp slipped free. He could feel her keening need to steal the orgasm he’d denied her. Instead, she caught herself and knelt rigidly at his feet.
Her growing trust filled him with pride and searing arousal. Knowing what he’d planned next nearly dismantled the last of his composure.
With one hand, he grabbed a fistful of her silken hair. With the other, he shoved his pants down and gripped his dick, then tapped her lips with his crest.
Her expression flared with anxiety. He could almost hear the worry screaming in her head. What if someone sees us?
He didn’t pause to explain or set her at ease. He simply fed her inch after inch of his unbearably hard cock.
Like every time he touched her, the connection between them threatened to bulldoze his innate caution and common-sense limits. Since he was the one guiding and teaching, he needed to remain in control. Testing Madison, pushing her past her comfort zone to grow their trust—that was his goal. But fuck if it wasn’t undoing all his good intentions.
The sight of her swollen lips parting around his head, sliding down, down his stiff length before slurping up with a desperate gusto almost fucking unraveled him. Her posture screamed that she was aware of how exposed they were, but she devoted herself to pleasing him, desire overriding her apprehension. That made her obedience excruciatingly sweeter.