Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Just tell me the number and you’ll get exactly what you need, baby.” He picks up his rhythm just enough to keep me in agony but not enough to push me over the edge.
“I have a toy in my nightstand for a reason. I can do the exact same thing myself,” I taunt, knowing it drives him nuts when I talk about my vibrator.
“Actually, your little toy went on a field trip.” My head pops up as I watch his lips form into an evil grin.
“What? You stole my vibrator?” I pinch my lips together to keep from laughing because I should’ve known. Drew plays dirty and thinks his police tactics will work on me, but I’m going to prove him wrong.
“I had to do what I had to do,” he says in a direct tone. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, I know I’m going to win.”
Instead of allowing me to respond, he dives his face back between my legs and slides his fingers back inside. My back arches and I’m gasping for air as he slides a different finger lower. He pushes through the tightness and forms a rhythm with his tongue, making my entire body shake and nearly convulse as I try to control what he’s doing to me. The pressure and build up are too much and I know I won’t be able to last a minute longer.
“Drew, please,” I beg, my hips arching as his pace increases. “Holy fuck.” My fists grip the sheets as my nails dig into the mattress. My entire ass is off the bed as he consumes every part of me. He’s a starved man, tasting every inch inside me, and the willpower to be strong dissolves with every stroke of his tongue.
“Are you ready to tell me yet?” he asks, inhaling a deep breath. It’s probably his first one in five minutes.
“No,” I say, but deep down I’m close to crumbling just to get the relief he’s withholding from me.
Before I can take my answer back and beg him to give me what I need, he catches me off guard and kneels back on the bed so my legs come together and grips my hips in both hands, flipping my body over so my ass is in the air.
“Drew!” I squeal, flailing my arms as he spins me around. “You have no sense of the phrase being graceful!”
I hear him chuckle behind me as the sound of his jeans fall to the floor.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
His body hovers over mine as the tip of his cock rubs over my ass.
“It is when you’re trying to toss me around like a rag doll,” I fire back, feeling sexually frustrated at the moment.
“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of you.” He presses both of his palms on my ass cheeks and spreads them. I feel the crown of his dick at my opening, and with a slight arch of my hips, he begins sliding inside. I release a deep breath as I feel him fill me and gasp when he suddenly thrusts deeper and harder. “I’ll always take care of you.”
He stretches his body over me, rubbing his hands along my arms as he repositions them above my head. My body is lying completely straight on the bed, my legs pressed together as he fucks me from behind. The sensation is almost too much at how tight and deep everything feels. He lays his body on top of mine as he pins me down underneath him. He’s holding all the control, yet it doesn’t feel that way at all. The way our bodies synchronize and keep a rhythm to please one another is the most intimate thing I’ve ever felt with another person.
“Do you feel that?” he whispers in my ear.
My cheek is pressed against the mattress as his hand wraps around my throat and his mouth finds mine. He kisses me deeply and passionately as our bodies tense at the same time and release moments later. His hand tightens on my throat at the same time, making the ride ten times more intense.
He collapses down on me, but doesn’t stay there for long. He rolls over and I’m trying to catch my breath as he pulls my body toward him. I rest my head on his chest and swing my leg over his waist.
I feel his chest rising and falling as his heartbeat pounds against the palm of my hand.
“If that’s how you do your interrogations, Fisher, I think you need to come up with another way,” I say with a cocky grin.
“Don’t get sassy with me, Bishop. I can contain you for up to forty-eight hours, so don’t tempt me, because I have the entire weekend to get the answer out of you.”