Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“Ready?” In a sluggishly slow movement, Dante sank his cock inside that perfect pussy that was made only for him, filling her with every inch of him. Then, in a movement just as slow, he withdrew until only the head was inside. Any other time he would have given Jaime a series of slow thrusts just to tease her, but he wasn’t in the mood for playing. He needed to fuck her, needed to feel her come apart around him. Needed to hear her beg. Needed to know that his mate wanted him so much she would do this. Yes, she’d done it during their claiming, but that was because she’d been pretty delirious. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk,” he promised her. “Just as soon as you beg for it.”
Jaime’s mouth fell open. “What?”
“You heard me. Beg for it.”
“Oh you sack of shit!” When she tried to lift her upper body from the desk, he brought his weight down on her, caging her there. She wasn’t sure whether he ignored her struggling or simply didn’t notice, but in any case, it galled her that her struggles came to nothing.
“Beg me, Jaime. Beg me, and I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.” She stopped writhing. “As hard as I want?” she echoed, suddenly not so averse to the idea. No matter how many times she told him she could take his roughness, he always held back a little. The only time he hadn’t was during their claiming, and she wanted it again.
“I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll think I hate you. Beg me, Jaime.” Now that did sound intriguing. After a moment of silence, she finally said, “Please fuck me.” She cried out as, with their gazes locked, he abruptly thrust forward and drove his entire length back into her. “Oh God,” she breathed as he began pounding into her with ruthless, intense, stretching thrusts that gave her that full, stuffed sensation she loved. His pace was frenzied, as though he couldn’t fuck her hard, fast, or deep enough. This was exactly how Jaime wanted him: barely restrained, poised on the brink of violence. The fact that she could drive him to the edge of his control thrilled her like nothing else.
“You’re so tight.” He lifted her leg and hooked it over his shoulder, allowing himself to go even deeper with each thrust. Growling, he sank his fingers into her soft, pliant breasts. “I love these.
And these pretty nipples.” He pinched the pert buds hard, knowing she loved it. “And you have the most gorgeous ass. I can’t wait to have my cock inside it.” Seeing that she was about to protest, he quickly stated, “It is going to happen, baby.”
“Maybe in your wet dreams, Popeye, but that’s all.”
Jaime gasped as he suddenly withdrew, brought her to her feet, spun her around, and then bent her over the desk. “What are you—”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not finished with this pussy yet.” Dante gripped her hands and placed them at the edges of the desk. “Keep them there.”
“This position stinks a little bit too much of complete submission for my liking,” she snapped indignantly.
“Really?”
She gasped again at the hard slap to her ass. “What the—?! Did you just spank me again?”
“Yep.”
She didn’t care for his blasé attitude. “Why?”
“I felt like it.”
Another sharp slap to her ass. Jaime growled her irritation. She wasn’t sure what irritated her more, that he was spanking her, or that she liked it. “Bending me over is one thing, Popeye. But smacking my ass is—”
“Not your ass, baby. My ass. I love the look of my handprints on it.” His wolf growled his approval at the sight of the handprints; he saw them as brands. “Whine all you want, but you like it, and you know you do.”
Jaime would have growled at his self-assured tone if at the same moment he wasn’t prying her feet apart with his and the head of his cock wasn’t thrusting against her clit. Thank God. She needed to come so badly—so much so that she was pushing back to take him inside her. Okay, she was trying to push back, but his big freaking body was as unmovable as a building.
“Want me to make you come?”
“Well, duh.”
“Then you know what to do.”
“Please.”
“Good girl.” With that, he slammed into her in a smooth, hard stroke. Then he was hammering into her so mercilessly it was animalistic.
Jaime was in absolute heaven. She had been lucky in that all her sexual partners had known exactly what they were doing in the bedroom. But Dante…Not one of them even came close, and not just because he was her mate. Everything about the way he fucked her—his pace, his intensity, his rough touch, his words, his dominant tone, the way he felt inside her—answered to every hunger and craving she had, driving her closer and closer to climaxing. “Dante, I need to come.” Dante tangled a hand in her hair and snatched her head back. “Come all over me, Jaime.” As if his harsh command acted as a trigger, a scream erupted from her throat as her body began to convulse and her muscles clamped around his cock. Unable to hold back, Dante growled her name as jets of come burst out of him and into his mate, filling her. Then it was as though every bit of energy he had abruptly vanished, and he sagged.