Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Her breath hitches as her hands dive to her pussy.
"You're a slow learner, Isla." I push the shirt from my body. "Your body is mine to touch."
Her eyes roam my broad chest, stopping to rest on my firm stomach. "Is that mine to touch?"
I can't hide the smile that drifts over my lips as I unbuckle my belt. "This is all yours to touch but only when I say so. Understood?"
Her eyes stay trained to my hands as I lower my zipper. "I understand. It's all mine."
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Isla
"Haze," I repeat the word back to him as I pull softly on the handcuffs around my wrists. "I remember but I won't say it. I won't need to say it."
He kisses me again, his lips lingering longer this time. After he'd pulled my legs up and around his waist, he'd carried me to his bed. This room is different than the one we shared the other night. This is decorated warmly with beautiful art and exquisite furnishings.
After he'd settled me on my back, he'd taken the handcuffs and closed one around my right wrist. I whimpered, but it wasn't out of fear. It came from a place inside that I can't control. It's excitement, laced with need and want.
He'd looped the short gold chain through one of the railings on his wrought iron headboard. He kissed my left palm and then my wrist before he closed the cuff around it.
"Are you on birth control?" His voice is deep, it's so deep.
I look to my left at the windows that overlook Central Park. I know no one can see us up here but I feel exposed, and the question isn't helping.
"I take the pill," I confess. "I have for years. Why?"
"I'd like to fuck you without a condom." He reaches into the pocket of the pants he's still wearing to pull out a foil package. "Tonight we'll use this but if you've been tested and you're clean, I'd rather not use these again."
"Haze."
His lips part into a sly smile. "What's the problem, Isla?"
"You're like crazy hot." I dip my chin towards his chiseled abs. "You must get a lot of action. I'd rather use a condom."
"I don't get as much action as you'd think." He presses his lips to my temple. "I'm tested monthly and I'm clean."
I move my head in an effort to capture his lips with mine but he pulls back. "I want you to use a condom tonight and tomorrow if you fuck me then and even a month from now if you're still fucking me."
"I have stamina, Isla." He traces his index finger over my left nipple. "Don't mistake me for a machine though. I can't fuck you for an entire month. I'll need some breaks for sustenance and sleep."
I like this side of him. It's the side that isn't confined to a tailored suit and stuck in an office in a high rise tower. "We'll negotiate, Mr. Foster."
"Perhaps," he says as he leans forward, his left hand gripping the headboard. "Tonight you'll listen to me, yes?"
"Yes."
He brushes his fingertips over my brow as he looks into my eyes. "You have the most beautiful lips I've ever seen. I've been aching to have them wrapped around my cock."
"Please, now?"
I watch in silence as his hands push his pants down, followed by his boxer briefs. Seeing him like this, with nothing on, in the dimmed light of this room, puts every other man I've ever been with to shame. His cock is perfect, thick and long.
His fingers glide over the entire length, stopping to cup his balls briefly before he slides himself onto the bed. He kisses me deeply before he straddles my chest.
"Haze if it's too much, Isla. Haze."
I moan the moment the plush head of his dick touches my bottom lip and as he slides it into my mouth and across my tongue, I watch as his head falls back and his eyes close.
His breath hisses out as I raise my head to take more and when his hands bolt to my hair to sync me with the rhythm of his thrusts, I groan around the thickness. The taste of him and the sound of his voice urging me to take it all makes me wet, so wet that all I want is to reach down and finger my clit so I can come.
"Fuck." He pushes the word out in a low rough moan as he pumps harder, faster and deeper until I feel and taste the flood of his release as he holds my head in place so I can take it all.
***
I look up and right at him as he walks back into the bedroom, a pair of sweatpants are the only thing he's wearing.
He'd slid down my body after he came in my mouth. I'd whimpered at the lost touch of his cock but he sensed my need to come too.