Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Damn it. What had he done wrong now? He rolled off her, frustration threatening to overwhelm the lust of before. He stared up at the ceiling. What did she want from him? He’d done everything she’d asked and now she wanted him to stop?
He groaned as he felt heat on his dick. He looked down and Day was inspecting his cock, her mouth hovering over him. So close. So fucking close.
“I want to taste you, too.” She leaned over and teased at his cockhead with her delicate tongue. “Hold on to the headboard. If you let go, I’ll stop what I’m doing.”
His hands floated up as though they were smarter than his brain and knew when to obey the lovely queen currently giving him head. Her hair spread out around her, tickling his skin and surrounding him with her. He gripped the slats of the headboard as he watched her work. Her tongue came out, licking at the slit on his dick and lapping up the pre-come she found there. She scraped her teeth lightly around his erection, the sensation making him stiffen and grasp the slats with desperation.
She was going to kill him. She was an evil queen, trying to take his crown through sexual frustration. Every time he was sure she would take him deep, her head would come up and she would be right back to teasing licks.
He groaned as she cupped his balls and rolled them gently in her soft hand.
His toes were curling, his body prepping to go off.
And that was when she got on her knees.
He groaned in frustration.
“I’m letting you off easy this time, love. Mostly because I can’t wait either.” She reached for the box of condoms he’d placed on his bedside table in a spark of optimism.
She wasn’t leaving him hanging. She wasn’t playing some cruel game. He relaxed as he realized Day wouldn’t do that. She’d enjoyed playing with him, exploring him, and now she would bring them both to pleasure.
He gripped the headboard tight and she rolled the condom over his cock. He watched as she straddled him like a stallion she was about to ride.
Heat rushed through him as she began to lower herself onto his stiff dick. It took everything he had not to hold on to her hips and force her down. She moved over him, taking him inch by inch. He would feel her sink farther and then draw back up, every second a brilliant mix of pleasure and maddening frustration. No woman had ever made him want her the way this one did. No woman made him want to bow before her, to offer up everything he had.
Day settled herself on him, taking every inch of him, and he could hear her sigh with pleasure. She rolled her hips and he groaned, his eyes nearly crossing as she gripped him tight. So small and sleek and soft. He watched as her breasts bounced while she rode him.
Over and over again she rolled her hips and worked him. He watched as her mouth came open and he heard her keening cry. She dropped down and looked up at him.
“Now, love. Take me hard and fast. Make me come again.”
He had her on her back before he could take another breath. He was off the leash and he didn’t think about anything but doing her will. There was no gentle flower here. He didn’t have to treat her with delicacy. She was his match and she could take him. He spread her legs, loving how wild she looked with her hair flowing around her, her arms coming up to grip him. He thrust inside her, one long hard motion of his body.
Instinct took over and he growled as he felt her nails scoring his back. Yes, he liked that. He wanted her mark, to carry it on him and feel the ache so that long after, he could remember how good it was to fuck his wild cat.
He fucked her hard, grinding down on her. He felt her tighten around him and her climax forced his own.
His spine bowed with the force of his orgasm. He gave over and let it take him.
Finally, he dropped down, rolling to the side and taking her in his arms.
She cuddled against him, her head finding his chest. “You are perfect, love. No king ever worshipped his queen more. Thank you for the gift.”
He held her until he sensed her breathing slow and steady as sleep took her. Kash stared down at the woman in his arms and wondered if he hadn’t gone over the edge of a cliff he could never climb back up.
He’d loved how she’d taken control, but would she see him differently? Would he be less of a man for allowing her to use him like this?