Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 107670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry, am I distracting you again?” she asked sweetly. Then she closed her legs.
Jesse growled. “Open them.” That pussy was his. His to look at and taste and sink into whenever he wanted. “Do it, Harley. Show me what’s mine.”
“If you insist.” She very slowly spread her legs, leaning her head back slightly to expose her throat. He persistently asked her to give him her throat; sometimes she did, sometimes she didn’t. She sensed that—in some weird way—he got off a little on not knowing whether or not she’d refuse him. “Time is ticking, Jesse. Of course, you can just end the game now . . . but that would make me the winner.”
Rolling back his shoulders, Jesse said, “I won’t lose this, Harley, no matter what you do.” And then he missed his damn shot. Smiling like . . . well, a cat who got the cream, his mate rose from the chair and sort of slinked her way to the table. Maybe it was because she was so utterly confident she had the upper hand, but she proceeded to effortlessly pocket three more balls.
“Just one ball left,” she taunted Jesse. “Then all I have to do is sink the black . . . and I win.”
As she lined up to take the next shot, he asked, “You ever been fucked in the ass, Harley?” And her ball almost sailed off the table.
She whirled on him. “Oh my God, I will kill you!”
He chuckled. “So close to winning . . . and yet you won’t.” He proved that by pocketing three balls in quick succession. All he had to do now was pocket the black. And he might have done just that if she hadn’t chosen that moment to once more sit on the chair, legs spread, and begin to play with her clit. “Harley, we agreed—”
“That we wouldn’t touch each other. We didn’t say we wouldn’t touch ourselves. You fisted your cock earlier and I never said anything.”
“I’ll bet money that you didn’t say anything about it because you planned to do this.”
She grinned, rubbing her clit. “You’d win that bet. But you won’t win this game. Nu-uh.”
“A demon. You’re a fucking demon.”
Harley laughed. “Take your shot so you can miss and I can end this game.” She slipped a finger inside her. “We both know that’s what will happen.”
He’d be damned if he let her win this. He bent over, aimed, and stupidly sank her freaking ball. That not only helped her, it earned him a punishment. Shit. Jesse cracked one side of his neck. “Well?”
“Come here.”
Fuck, just hearing her say the word “come” made his cock twitch. He was still so damn hard that it hurt to walk, but he stalked to where she sat on the dining chair. “Two minutes,” he reminded her, knowing it would be two minutes of utter torture. But he would not come.
She crooked her finger. “Bend over a little. I want a kiss.” His mouth paused mere inches from hers, and she licked at the seam until he opened. Then she thrust her wet finger into his mouth.
As her taste burst on his tongue, Jesse growled. He should have remembered how cunning and devious his mate could be. He wanted to ring her pretty little neck, but then she fisted the base of his cock and pumped once, twice.
“Make sure you remember not to come.” Harley lapped at the head of his cock, tasting the little pearl of pre-come. Then she swallowed him down, liking the growl that rumbled in his chest. Keeping her lips wrapped tight around him, she sucked on his cock like it was her job, taking more of him with each pass.
Hands clenched in her hair, Jesse watched as his mate drove him insane with her mouth. It was like having his cock buried in a fire of silk. Her tongue touched every sensitive spot he had, giving him absolutely no mercy. “Sweetheart, you have the best fucking mouth,” he growled. “I swear, if I could sleep with my cock in your mouth, I would. But no matter how perfect it is, I’m not going to come.”
Accepting that challenge, Harley sucked harder and faster, smiling inwardly as he bit out a harsh expletive. She dragged her claws down his thighs and purred around his cock. His hands tightened in her hair and his thighs started to shake—
“Time’s up.” He pulled out with total freaking relief.
She jumped to her feet. “Goddammit!”
“I never thought I’d ever be glad to get my cock out of your talented little mouth.”
Snatching up her cue stick, she snapped, “My turn.” She practically stomped over to the table, out of patience. The black ball was at an awkward angle. No matter what side she approached it, there was no way to take a decent shot. “Oh, come on!”