Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
She had to convince him to stay; someway, somehow.
She wrapped her thighs around his hips, determined to hang on to him with everything she had. She would make it impossible for him to leave, using every resource she had at her disposal.
“Firefly, slow down. You’re going to hurt yourself.” He brought his hands to her hips to slow the frantic bucking as his lips went to her heaving breasts.
Trembling fingers went to his hair. “I don’t want to go slow.”
Gently, he pushed her hair away from her face. “Why not?”
There was no way she was going to tell him the truth.
“I want to come,” she lied.
“Really?” His eyes bore into hers.
“Yes, you make me so hot. I can’t stand it.” Plying to his male ego, she started fawning over him by running her hands down his arms.
“You’re an awful actress, just so you know. You came a couple of minutes ago.”
Her hands stilled on him as his gaze turned mocking.
“Don’t play mind games with me. You’ll lose.”
“I’m not,” she denied.
“You are. Why?”
It was plain Rory didn’t believe her, even as he began moving inside of her again.
“Don’t all men like—”
“Your first mistake is to assume I’m like all men where sex is concerned. Your second was to assume you could act the same way with me like you do other men.”
Jewell held on when he carried her to the bed, lying down while he positioned her over him. When she would have started to move, he prevented her.
“You see anyone else in this room?”
Confused, Jewell glanced around the room. “No.”
“Then how about, when we’re fucking, you only think about me, and I’ll only think about you?”
Jewell nodded. “I can do that.”
Releasing her hips, he sprawled out under her, tucking his arms under his head. “Good. Then, in agreement, you may go ahead and fuck yourself silly.”
Frowning, she remained unmoving. “I was trying to make it better for you.”
“In that case”—Rory gave her a salacious smile, dropping his voice lower while raising his legs until his knees were bent, spreading her legs wide—“touch yourself.”
Her insides melted at his order.
“Slowly, I want you to rub your clit until I tell you to stop without”—Rory moved his hard cock to the side of her pussy—“moving my cock. He’s happy right where he is.”
“What if he moves?” Jewell asked huskily.
“Fuck around and find out.”
Bringing her fingers to her pussy, she bit her lip when her arousal started to rebuild. She concentrated on moving his cock from the grove of her pelvis. As she grew closer to her climax, she accidentally squirmed her pelvis in the opposite direction, dislodging his cock.
A sharp slap administered to her left ass check left her stunned immobile.
He clucked his tongue at her as he began massaging the offended portion of her anatomy. “Tsk, tsk… Try harder. Next time, it won’t be a little love tap,” he crooned as he repositioned his cock.
Her fingers back at her slick pussy, Jewell felt a bead of sweat run between her breasts, as she strummed her engorged clit. Keeping the movements of her fingers slow, she was able to keep his cock from moving.
“Faster.”
When she sped up her fingers, his cock slipped from the notch that he had found. Instantly, a sharp slap landed on her right ass cheek.
Over and over, they played the game until she was ready to admit defeat.
Exhausted, frustrated, and with an ass on fire, she laid her head weakly on his chest. “You win.”
With a laugh, he flipped her off him to plaster himself on top her limp body. “You sure you don’t want to play some more?”
“I’m sure,” she said petulantly.
“You up for another game?”
Jewell lifted a tired eyelid. “What’s it called? If it involves more spanking, I’m out.”
“Nooo…” he drawled out. “Find Jewell’s sweet spot.”
Jewell spread her arms out on the mattress. “Go for it. I’ve been trying to find it for the last hour without any luck.” Exhausted, she gave an appreciative murmur at the hot pressure of Rory sliding his cock inside her pussy.
“That’s because you didn’t have the right compass.”
Her body gave a rally cry at the fierce way he was fucking her. She could last hours when she fucked The Last Riders; he should be the one who said, “You win.”
At the thought, she found herself shoved off the cliff that she had been hanging on, swept into an abyss where there was nothing but the hard demands of Rory’s body on hers.
She never wanted to leave the place he was showing her, leaving it up to him how long they stayed and how they came down. She didn’t regret losing the game … some battles you could lose over and over again … and still be the victor.
Chapter Thirty-One
“Go away. I have work to do.”
Dodging the ink pen Jewell threw at him, Rory caught it mid-air. Simultaneously placing the pen down, he got off the desk and shot her a mischievous grin. “Luckily for you, I do, too. Stud and Sex Piston will be here any minute.”