Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
“My dear Alpha,” I said, trying not to laugh because that would hurt. “I do believe you are babbling.”
His face nearly turned the shade of his favorite color. His shrug was adorable and seeing this very human side of him was so incredibly endearing.
“I’ve just never taken care of anyone like this before,” he said, carefully sweeping my hair back from my face. “I want to, I just don’t know how. It seemed pretty cut and dried until you brought bare hands into the mix.”
“You can use your bare hands,” I murmured, removing the sponge from his hand and pulling his palm to my breast. “Slowly. Across every inch of my skin.”
He cupped my breast before rolling his thumb across my nipple. Pleasure rippled through me. “I think I can handle that.”
He washed me thoroughly, going over my wounds delicately and needing direction on how to handle my face. Thankfully he didn’t just dunk me. My back was painful regardless of whether I leaned back or sat up straight, but when he was done there, he massaged down my legs and then rubbed my feet. Finally, he traced up my thighs, leaning over me to capture my lips with his as his fingers rubbed down my sex and then circled my clit.
“Will an orgasm hurt you?” he asked, his voice thick.
“Honestly, I don’t know.”
His finger kept circling, the touch light, teasing. “I’m going to get myself off while I pleasure you. If it starts to hurt let me know and I’ll stop, okay? Well . . .” His smile was unapologetic. “I’ll stop for you. Then I’ll move to my bath and finish myself off while you watch.”
Something about that option sounded so hot for reasons I couldn’t explain.
“I want to watch you,” I said, running my fingers up his forearm. “It’ll be better if I’m in control, anyway. Go get in your bath and soap yourself up. I want to watch you stroke that thick cock.”
He paused for a moment, and then his hand slid down my sex one last time before he leaned forward to kiss me. Against my lips he murmured, “I can’t wait to fuck you again.”
“You’ll need to pull out my animal so we can do it sooner.”
“Just as soon as we are on the ship. I’m counting on it.”
He stood slowly, his robe open, his big cock standing proud. He fisted the base before stroking his hand along the shaft and back, his eyes connected to mine before I broke eye contact to look down and watch. He did it again, fingers gliding over that smooth skin, stretching it up and then back as he lightly squeezed.
His movements were slow and graceful as he made his way to his bath and stepped in, his body a masterpiece, every muscle working in perfect harmony.
“I’m going to get comfortable.” He leaned his head back against the copper, his eyes closed. “I’m going to imagine you stepping in with me, one knee against each of my hips, spreading your toned thighs for me to slide between.” His arm started to pump slowly. “You kiss along my neck as you slide that perfect little pussy against my shaft.” He breathed out slowly and I watched his arm move, unable to see the end of it but not needing to. His chest tightened, his pecs popping as his other hand grabbed the edge of the tub. “I can almost feel your pussy taking my cock. I slide in so deep and baby, you feel so fucking good.”
His arm moved faster, his elbow bouncing. He groaned softly and I reached between my thighs, massaging.
“You feel the swell and you resist a little, fighting back, forcing me to dominate you. Gods, I fucking love when you do that.”
I loved it, too. I loved when he used his power and strength to hold me tightly as he thrust into me with wild abandon. He gave in to his desires when I pushed him to that edge, allowed himself to lose control. It felt raw and primal, natural in a way nothing else did.
I watched his body start to thrust slowly and massaged myself faster, feeling pleasure uncoil within me. The ache of my wounds existed on the periphery of my awareness, so I focused harder on him and watched that arm bounce, knowing his hand was pumping that glorious cock.
He worked faster. His bicep was a hard rock of muscle.
“Yes, baby,” I mewed, working myself. “Fuck yourself. Get yourself off for me.”
He groaned without looking over and I loved that. I loved watching him facilitate his own pleasure and chase his orgasm.
The bath water sloshed. His hand on the side gripped. I worked myself faster, feeling like I was right over there with him, bouncing on top of him, taking that big cock.