Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“Wrong that I find that so hot?” she asks.
“Not wrong at all.” I wrap the belt around my fist. “You like what you like.”
The bed is high off the ground, a four-poster I built with the master carpenter who restored the cabin. So I’m able to pull Mollie to the edge of the mattress and step between her legs. Bending at the waist, I run the hand wrapped in my belt up her side before capturing her mouth in a kiss.
My blood jumps when she doesn’t hesitate kissing me back. Our lips move in tandem, opening so I can lick into her mouth at the same time she licks into mine. She’s a deep kisser, passionate. Playful and vulnerable.
A few weeks ago, when we first met, I would’ve been surprised by this. How unlike the stuck-up, snobby city girl to be so sweetly soft. So unabashedly fierce in her hunger.
Now, though, I’m not surprised at all. Mollie ain’t afraid to let go, let loose. And something inside me loosens at the idea that I make her feel safe enough to do that.
Bet that dickhead from Dallas didn’t see this side of her.
I grab one of her wrists and guide her arm over her head. Do the same with the other arm. Then I take both wrists in one hand and pin them to the mattress.
My cock surges when she sucks on my bottom lip, languidly tugging it between her teeth before arching her back when I reach inside her shirt with my free hand and cup her breast.
Her nipple hardens to a sweet little point when I pluck it through her bra. I shove up her shirt and kiss my way down her throat. She moans when I sink my teeth into her neck. She likes that.
She rocks her hips, guiding the bulge of my erection up and down her center. I growl.
I like that.
I like that she knows that I like it. She rolls her hips again, and again, and goddamn I’m about to lose my mind at just the thought of being inside her.
At the thought that she cares enough to learn me so thoroughly.
I suck on her nipple through her bra. Nick it with my teeth before moving to the other nipple.
“Cash,” she breathes. “This is torture. The sweetest torture.”
“Just you wait.”
Giving her nipple one last bite, I turn my attention to her hands. I watch her eyes as I wrap my belt around her wrists once, twice, buckling it tightly.
“Too tight?” I ask, slipping a finger inside the buckle to check.
“No.” She bites her lip. “I like it tight like this.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure, Cash.”
“Tell me if it starts to hurt too much. And keep your arms above your head. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yessir.”
Her swollen lips curl into a smirk. “Yessir.”
“That’s better.”
Then I’m trailing my hands down her body and I’m pulling off her skirt. I’m unfastening her bra and shoving that up by her shirt.
Then I straighten, standing at the edge of the bed. Immediately, she bends her legs and pulls them together.
“Nuh-uh.” I reach behind my head to grasp the back collar of my shirt. “Open your legs. Right now, Mollie. I wanna see you. All of you.”
I yank off my shirt and toss it on a nearby chair. I’m pleased to see Mollie obey me, her knees falling apart on the mattress.
My heart thumps at the sight of her swollen pink slit. Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed, a little lusher on the top.
I run my thumb over it. “I’m glad you left this.”
“I’m glad you took your shirt off. Jesus Christ, Cash.”
She laughs when I run a hand over my chest, my fingers catching in the thick, wiry hair there. “You like hair too?”
“I love it. Can I really not touch you?” She wiggles her fingers.
Shaking my head, it’s my turn to smirk. “Not this round. Next one maybe. If you listen.”
“I think I’ve proved I’m coachable.”
I unbutton my jeans and push them down, along with my briefs. Stepping out of my boots, I shove everything aside so I’m standing in front of Mollie, naked as the day I was born.
Mollie’s eyes catch on my cock. Her mouth forms a neat little O. “Of course you’d have a beautiful dick.”
“Why didn’t you say so in the truck?” I fist myself in my hand and tug. A lazy, indulgent pull that makes my balls contract.
“I couldn’t see it this well in the truck. You’re—it’s not fair, Cash. God pulled out all the stops when he made you. Shoulda left some pretty pieces for the rest of us.”
I laugh, reaching for her pussy with my other hand. “You got lots of pretty pieces, honey.” Stroking my thumb up her length, I suck in a breath when I feel just how wet she is.
Her body jerks when I circle my thumb over her clit.