Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I yank at my tie, needing it gone so I can breathe. I toss it… somewhere… and start stripping. First, my jacket, which I drop to the floor, not caring about designer labels or expensive fabrics. Then, the buttons on my shirt.
Meanwhile, I keep an eye on Raven who, rather than do what I said, is watching me as heat fills her green eyes.
“Darling.” My voice is a low rumble.
She spins, giving me her back as she struts her way to the living room. She’s enjoying this, I realize, and I groan, my cock twitching behind my zipper.
“Aren’t you going to offer me a drink, Mr. Sharpe?” she teases, licking her lips as though parched. “It’s the polite thing to do when a guest comes over.” She can’t even pretend to not want the same thing as her chest rises and falls with her catching her breath.
“You’re not a guest. And I know you’re as much in need as I am.”
Instead, she sinks to the couch, sitting down in the middle of the cushions. She crosses her legs at the knee and stretches her arms out along the back, the pose highlighting her tits, waist, and hips. But also… her smile.
“You look good on my couch,” I tell her, coming closer. My shirt falls to the floor, and I undo my belt first, the metal clanging loudly in the quiet room and then, the leather swooshing through the belt loops.
There’s a sparkle in her eyes as she glances at the belt in my hands, and her chest begins rising and falling faster. I fold it in half, letting the leather loop dangle at my side. “Something interesting, Darling?”
Her eyes lift to mine again. “Tonight was intoxicating. And for the first time, I felt like I belonged.”
“You do belong,” I assure her.
“I felt powerful.” Her words are measured, as though she’s tasting them as they pass over her lips. “Next to you… all of them knowing that I’m with you,” she adds.
My grin is evil. “You are powerful. And beautiful… and sexy… and brilliant.” I step closer to her with every word, my eyes locked on her, and she watches my approach, not moving so much as a muscle.
“Take your pants off, Dylan.”
It’s an order. There’s no mistaking the commanding tone, and I arch a brow, considering her. She doesn’t blink, but her gaze drops to my dick before returning to mine, testing me, testing herself… her power.
A grin slips across my face. I make a silent plea that she’ll spread her legs and tell me what to do next.
Okay, I can play along with this. She has handed me power over her body countless times, and perhaps a bit of turnabout is fair play. Raven wants to experience her power? She can do that with me.
I drop the belt to the table, undoing my slacks and toeing off my shoes. When my pants fall to the ground, Raven purrs, “Good boy.” I can’t help but to smirk. I have never been called that. “Those too.” She motions, and the blush rises to her cheeks.
I want to tell her she’s doing well, but I bite my tongue, letting her have her fun for the moment.
I’m not shy, especially when Raven sounds so eager to see me. I slip my thumbs into my waistband and push the fabric down my legs, freeing myself. I’m rock-hard, standing up against my belly, and I instinctively grip myself, giving my length a tight stroke. “Like what you see?”
Raven uncrosses and recrosses her legs the other way, clenching her thighs. She’s as turned on as I am.
I stroke myself once and then move even closer. I want to tell her to open her mouth. I want her hands on me, her body on mine so she can feel what she does to me.
I grit my teeth, not doing any of those things by the barest grip on my control. Precum leaks from the tip of my cock as I stroke myself again, waiting for her to act on the hunger in her eyes. Leaning forward, she keeps her gaze locked with mine until the tip of her finger rests on the head of my cock and she moans.
She licks the salty fluid from her finger delicately. “Mmm,” she moans, and another drop slides down my shaft. Her smile is beautifully wicked.
She uncrosses her legs once more, standing this time, but rather than coming to me, she slips the straps of her dress from her shoulders. A quick zip at her side and a small swaying wiggle, and the dress falls to her feet, much the same way I want to.
She’s gorgeous. She’s sexy. She’s mine.
Her breasts are free already, having been supported by some invisible magic of the dress, and her nipples are hardened nubs begging for my mouth. Her panties consist of a scrap of flesh-colored silk, which she slips off easily, and she doesn’t have on stockings this time, so she’s finally nude before me.