Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“I’m feeling something similar,” she says. “And honestly, I didn’t expect to, so soon after ending things with Penn.”
“So I’m not a rebound guy?”
“No, Hunter. I don’t think you are. Because if you were, I wouldn’t be feeling what I’m feeling.”
“You would just want the sex.”
“Right. And you know, we’ve only had sex twice despite the fact that we’ve known each other for several weeks now.”
“I’d like to go for number three. Here. Tonight.”
She sighs softly. The sound goes straight to my throbbing cock.
“Please,” she says. “Please, Hunter. Make love to me.”
Oh, that magic word.
Please.
I walk to my dresser and open the top drawer. I pull out leather bindings. They’re actually safer than handcuffs.
“Undress.”
“Will you undress?” she asks. “I’ve never seen you. I’ve never seen your body.”
“I’ll decide whether I undress, Frankie. I’m the Dominant here.”
“Okay. Whatever you say, Hunter.”
“Good. Good answer.”
Normally I’d tell her to call me “sir,” but I love hearing my name from Frankie’s lips.
I take in her face, her smile, her beautiful hair that flows over her shoulders, that sumptuous body, and her dress that clings to her body. “Undress for me. Now.”
She leaves her pumps on. Good—she remembers. She peels the dress from her shoulders, easing it over her chest, and those luscious tits spring free.
Then she pushes it down over her flat belly, her slim hips, her milky thighs. Until it’s on the floor and she steps out of it.
She wears only a black thong now, and she turns around and seductively wiggles her ass at me.
My cock grows harder, especially as I remember spanking those creamy cheeks.
“Don’t be a tease, Frankie.”
She turns back around and faces me, her gorgeous nipples hard and ready to be bitten. “Am I a tease?” she asks innocently.
“I think it might be better if you don’t talk.”
“Really?”
I yank her toward me, sit down on the bed, and pull her over my knee, bringing my palm down on that beautiful ass.
“Oh!” she cries out.
I slap her again, this time on the other cheek.
Then I watch as the sweet pink bursts forth from her dilated capillaries.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” I growl.
She opens her mouth but then closes it abruptly.
Good girl.
I pull her up, kiss her lips, and then set her on the bed. “I believe I will undress for you, Frankie. I’ll undress for you, stand before you naked, and shove my cock down that sweet little throat of yours.”
She doesn’t react, which surprises me.
Is it possible she wants this as much as I do?
Then I remember… The first time we met, I told her I had a fantasy of her kneeling before me, her mouth spread open while I fucked it.
I’m about to make that fantasy come true for both of us.
I don’t have a spider gag at home, so she’ll have to hold her mouth open herself.
And honestly? Even though I love the look of a woman’s mouth being held open by a gag? A mouth feels so much better without it, because she can form her lips around my cock and increase the suction.
My God, I’m pulsating just thinking about it.
I need to calm down, breathe in, breathe out. If I don’t, I’ll explode way too soon.
Damn. I’m acting like a freaking schoolboy around her.
Does she even know her own sex appeal? She was with that dick for so long, I wonder if she does.
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” I ask.
“Occasionally,” she says. Then she slaps her hand over her mouth.
“It’s okay. You may speak. I asked you a direct question.”
“Well, like I said, occasionally. Penn used to say I was pretty. Maybe once or twice he said ‘beautiful.’”
“He should’ve told you every day,” I say. “Every day, he should’ve woken up, looked at you, and wondered how he got so lucky.”
She sighs. That soft sound sets my dick on fire. “My God, Hunter. You take my breath away.”
And with those words from her mouth, another chunk of cement falls from my heart.
I could fall in love with this woman.
If I let my guard down, I could so easily fall in love with her.
“You’re beautiful too,” she says. “Did any of those women tell you that? Allison? Teresa?”
My cheeks warm. “Not really.”
“They should have.” She rakes her gaze over me. “That dark hair that’s just a little bit shaggy. Those gorgeous brown eyes that are nearly black. And your eyelashes, Hunter. Women pay good money to have eyelashes like that.”
“I assure you I’m nothing compared to you.” I unbutton my shirt, watching her gaze at me with desire in her eyes. I tease her a little this time. I go slowly, exposing my skin inch by inch.
Finally I part the two halves of the shirt, slide them over my shoulders, and let it fall to the ground.
It’s her turn to suck in a breath. “My God. You truly are beautiful. A work of art.”