Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
She moved her mouth up and down his dick, and when she reached a hand down to cup his balls, he shuddered and grew even harder. Her mind spun from the incredible feel of him against her lips.
Lightly stroking his rock-hard thigh, she kissed his sensitive underside, then pumped him with her hand while she took him deep in her mouth again.
“You’re evil,” he wheezed out.
She lifted her head. “What happened to the master of control?”
“He didn’t stand a chance.”
Hayden laughed. With one final kiss to his tip, she moved up to straddle him. She could feel the heat of his naked body searing through her clothing, making her pants feel like a tight, hot nuisance. But she didn’t undress. Not yet.
Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his in a teasing kiss. He made a frustrated sound and yet again tugged at the bindings constricting his hands. He was right—one forceful tug and the knots would come apart—but he continued to lie there at her mercy. His biceps flexed as he tested the knots again. He let out a strangled curse.
“Damn it, Hayden, I need to touch you.”
“Touch? Nope, sorry.”
She lifted her tank top over her head and threw it aside, baring her breasts. “But I’ll let you taste.”
Bending closer, she offered him a sampling. She drew in a breath when he captured one nipple in his mouth and began feasting. He sucked on the rigid bud, hard, biting it gently until she cried out with pleasure that teetered toward pain.
“More,” he rasped, pulling away and staring at her pleadingly.
She laughed. “Define more.”
His gaze lowered to her thighs, a clear message of what he desired, and her pussy instantly clenched in response. If she gave him what he wanted, what she wanted, then the domination game would be shot to hell…but did she really care at this point? Could she last one more second without having this man’s hands all over her?
The moisture between her legs provided the answer to that question—a big fat no.
As he inched down a little, so that his head was flat on the pillow, she quickly slipped out of her pants, tore off her panties and knelt over him.
His tongue darted out and flicked over her clit.
“Oh,” she moaned, nearly falling backward at the jolt of excitement that ran through her. She was closer than she’d thought. The rippling wave of pleasure swelling inside her confirmed that she was on the brink, her orgasm about to crash to the surface.
Her thighs trembled as she tried to move away from his probing tongue, but he wouldn’t let her.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” he mumbled, the husky sound reverberating against her flesh.
She reached for the headboard, gripped his bound hands and twined her fingers with his. Her heart thumped, knees shaking, and the moment she leaned into his warm lips again, the second he suckled her clit, she exploded.
Her climax tore through her, fierce, reckless. She gasped, sucking in oxygen as shards of light danced before her eyes and prickled her flushed skin. Still shaking, she sagged against the headboard, struggling to regain her sense of equilibrium while she fumbled with the knots on his hands.
“I need you inside me. Now,” she begged, finally untying him.
With a grin, he rotated his wrists to get the blood flowing again, but made no move to flip her over and plunge into her as she’d requested. “It’s your show, remember?”
Then he curled his fingers around her waist and pushed her down so she was straddling him again. From the end table, he swiped a condom she hadn’t even noticed him bring into the bedroom and handed it to her.
“Do with me what you please.”
Swallowing, she rolled the condom onto his erection and shifted her legs. She was wet and ready for him, more than ready, but she didn’t guide him inside her. Instead, she brushed her nipples over his chest, enjoying the way his eyes narrowed with pleasure.
She ground her pelvis against him, teased him by pushing against his dick and then edging away from it. Feeling bold and wanton, she leaned forward, let her breasts graze his mouth and whispered, “Tell me what you want, Brody.”
His voice hoarse, he said, “You.”
“Me what?”
A wicked gleam flashed in his eyes. “What was it you said to me that first night? Oh, right. I want you to fuck me.”
Without another word, she lowered herself onto him, taking him all the way in, and began to ride him. The pleasure cascading through her body was almost too much to bear. He felt so good inside, so right and perfect.
She increased her pace, moving over him faster, harder, his husky groans urging her on. He lifted his hips and met her thrust for thrust. Then he grasped her ass and rolled her over, his powerful body covering hers as he drove into her.