Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Are these more of those fancy words he uses to get girls into bed? He really had me going at the bar when he was going on about how he wasn’t sure he could do this because of my brother. I bet even that was a line!
Vincent finally starts to move. I step back to make room for him to slip out the door without his big body brushing against mine. A flutter of disappointment takes flight in my heart that he’s leaving. Then before I know what’s happening, he’s got his hand wrapped around that flutter of disappointment as he closes my bedroom door, and a second later, I’m pinned to it.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Honestly, like I said before, I’ve got no fucking clue what I’m doing, but I’m going to do what I always do best.”
“What’s that?” My legs wrap around his waist. My body screams for me to let him have his way with me.
“Take control.”
“You think you can control me?” I challenge as I dig my nails into his shoulders. My mind might be telling me one thing, but my body has its own agenda.
“What I think is you want me to.” The second the words leave his mouth, my whole body shudders against him, giving me away. He’s right. I want him to fight for it. To chase me. I’m not satisfied with just being any other girl to him. If he wants me, he’s going to have to work for me. “Tell me to stop.”
I don’t speak.
“That’s all I need, sweet thing. Unless that word leaves your mouth, I’m in full control.” His hold on my hips tightens. “Understood?”
I nod, unable to say the words. I think we both know that I can’t admit I want what he’s saying. Not yet at least. Let some man control me? Never! That’s what my mind screams. My body is a whole other story. It’s fully on board with me handing myself right over to Vincent.
“Sweet thing?” I ask, trying to pretend I find the pet name annoying. Which I don’t.
“Yeah, sweet thing. I think you could have slapped me harder, but you were being sweet.”
“Maybe one day you’ll find out.”
“I hope I don’t find out. I don’t want you slapping me, Emma. I want you clinging to me,” he says before he claims my mouth in a hard kiss.
He presses his mouth against mine like he’s branding it before he finally demands entrance. “Open for me,” he orders before he nips my bottom lip. My body shudders against his again, and my lips part, doing as I’m told.
His tongue sweeps in, taking my first kiss for his own. I moan into his mouth and kiss him right back. My hands slide up, and I grip a handful of his hair. I already want to cling to this man and all the things he makes me feel. What will happen once I get more of him? The feelings scare the hell out of me, but the thrill is all a part of the fun, after all. Sometimes you have to jump out of that plane and pray the parachute works.
“Knew you’d taste sweet,” he growls against my mouth. I can only whimper a response as his mouth moves down my jaw, then to my neck. “I need to taste more.” He carries me back over to my bed. In a matter of seconds, he has me completely naked on the bed.
“Vincent,” I whisper. He towers over me, standing on the side of the bed taking me in. The only light in the room flooding in from my window is from the moonlight. He can see every inch of me. “I, ah—”
“That’s not a stop.”
No, it’s not. My clit throbs. The inside of my thighs are soaked. As if he can read my mind, he leans forward and grabs my knees and spreads my legs open to see my glistening fold. Heat rushes to my face at how turned-on I am right now. Vincent licks his lips, and I know that’s the more he was talking about tasting.
“Remember to be quiet, sweet thing. Don’t want anyone to come bursting in while I’ve got my face buried in your pussy.” He drops to his knees on the side of the bed as he reaches for my hips. I let out a small squeak but cover my mouth with my hand so no more sounds can come from me.
His hands shift to my ass, which is now hanging off the side of the bed, but his hold keeps me in place. He lifts my ass at the same time he brings his mouth down on my sex. I almost come off the bed when his tongue sweeps across my clit.
I grip the comforter with my other hand, needing to cling to something as he devours me. His mouth is everywhere. I try to rock my hips when he starts to thrust his tongue in and out of me. My sex clenches around it, but his firm hold on me won’t let me do anything. He’s in control, and he’s licking up every drop of me.