Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Haisley twisted and moaned, halfway to mindless. “Please…”
“Anything you want, baby. Spell it out for me.”
“Your lips. Your tongue. Your teeth.” She lifted her torso in offering, presenting him her engorged nipples. “Suck them. Give me more. Make my toes curl. Don’t stop.”
Normally, he’d remind her that she wasn’t running the show, but since her request dovetailed with his plans, he didn’t push back. “My pleasure. That’s one thing you’ll learn about me. Play nicely, and I’ll be a giver.”
Then he stopped using his words and unleashed the ferocity of his desire on her tender nipples—sucking, nipping, laving, pinching, squeezing, tormenting—until her skin flushed a beautiful, head-to-toe rosy red. She spread her legs wider and encouraged him with writhing hips.
Fuck, she exceeded every fantasy of her he’d ever dreamed up.
“Nash,” she panted. “Nash…please. I can’t—” She sucked in a shocked breath when he curled his tongue around one of her plump points again and caressed his way down her body. “Oh, god. I need…”
“What? Tell me, baby, exactly what you want and how you want it.”
“I need to come.”
“I know.” He rolled her clit under his slow-churning fingers. “Give me details. Beg me. Sweetly.”
She panted, meeting his stare with desperate eyes. “You’re being an asshole!”
“Tsk, tsk. That’s not going to end your torment.” He circled her most sensitive nub again.
“Why?”
Nash knew exactly what she was asking. “Do you need me to spell out that I like to be in control in the bedroom?”
Her eyes widened. “This torture isn’t a one-time thing?”
“No. It’s not even punishment for stringing me along and making me want you for years.” He lowered his head and kissed from the graceful arch of her neck to her breasts heaving with every breath. “It’s because I can. And because you look so pretty when you tell me how much you want me.”
Then he stifled whatever she’d been about to say by crushing her plump, gaping mouth under his.
He was drawn to her spirit. He liked the fact she knew her own mind. He adored her sassy streak, and he wouldn’t want her any other way. But damn if he didn’t want her to need him so badly she was willing to plead for her pleasure…
Haisley tore her mouth free. “Fine. Please, Nash. Pleeeaase…”
“What, baby? What can I do for you? Tell me. The dirtier the better.”
“Stop messing with me and make me scream.”
The frustration in her voice was delicious…but it told him he was approaching her limits and he’d pushed her enough. Next time—and there would be one—he’d go harder. She’d learn that when she asked him for exactly what she wanted, he delivered in full.
“Please?” he taunted.
“Yes. Please. Please now. Please stop tormenting me,” she nearly sobbed. “Please…”
He bent his head and sucked each of her nipples again, one after the other, loving the way they’d swelled and stood hard in a silent plea for more. He nipped and laved…all the while rubbing her clit in leisurely circles, driving her higher until she closed her eyes tightly, her entire body trembling and taut, shuddering and on the edge.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he praised as he scrambled up long enough to drop his underwear and reach for a condom.
“You can’t leave. You didn’t make me come yet. I begged—” She gaped at his cock. “Oh, my god. That’s huge.”
He grinned. “I’m six-foot-seven. I’m…proportional.”
She blinked. “You’re going to split me open.”
“I’m going to make you scream, just like you asked. And since you weren’t specific about how I should do that, I’m doing it my way.”
Nash donned the condom and vaulted between her legs, catching each thigh in the crook of his elbows and settling the stalk of his aching cock against her wetness. He rooted around until he found her clit.
Then he smiled—and dragged his length up the sensitive nub, gratified when her eyes flared wide again and she cried out in high-pitched supplication. “Nash?”
“You still want to come?”
“Yes!” She tossed her head back and gave herself over to him.
He loved her reaction. “Tell me. Ask me.”
“Please. Please…” She repeated her plea like a mantra, her eyes as full of surrender as the feminine whine in her voice. “I need you. Inside me. I need—”
“Hard? Slow? Soft? Fast?”
She gripped the slats of his headboard and begged with her eyes. “Yes!”
Clearly, Haisley was done talking. Good thing. So was he.
Nash balanced himself on his elbows and dragged his cock through her wet slit, groaning at the silken, juicy feel of her against his length. Then he stroked up again, slowly rubbing himself against her needy nub until she arched, her mouth flying open in a silent scream.
He allowed her no respite as he repeated the motion over and over until she scratched at his headboard and stared at him as if he were both God and the devil himself. Her slack jaw, the look of sensual agony on her face, the rosy flush of her cheeks… If he’d ever had a more beautiful woman in his bed, he didn’t remember.