Total pages in book: 172
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Sevastyan caught her hair in one fist, tilted her head back and took possession of her mouth. The moment he did the fire flared hot and wild between them. He ran one hand from her throat, down the valley between her breasts to the tight red curls, finding liquid heat at her entrance. He pushed two fingers into her and used his thumb to circle and tease her clit while he kissed her over and over until neither could breathe adequately.
“Ride my fingers, baby,” he said. “That’s right. Just like that.” He used his free hand to tug her left nipple. She was very responsive. He dragged his fingers free before she could get off and brought them to her mouth. “Open.” When she did, he pushed his fingers in and watched her suck them clean. The sight sent his cock into a frenzy of need.
He caught her breasts in his hands and guided them between his legs. “I need that mouth of yours busy, Flambé. Woke up this morning and had a vision of the way I wanted to tie you and then take your mouth. Hard to get that image out of my head.”
His large hand slid into the silk of her hair and closed around it, making a tight fist at the back of her head. He brought her face right to his lap. “We don’t have a lot of time before we get to your meeting and we’re not getting out of this car until you swallow down every drop I’ve been storing up all day for you, so I suggest you get busy.”
Her hands immediately began stroking his sac, followed by her tongue lapping and caressing. She traced her way up to the base of his cock while her fingers jiggled and teased his balls. Her tongue glided up his shaft and curled around it, getting him wetter and wetter, but she didn’t touch the sensitive crown, prolonging his agony. He crushed the bright red hair in his hands, pulling at her scalp. She teased under the broad head with her tongue, sending fire racing down his spine.
Sevastyan shifted on the seat so that he was above her and could angle her head over his cock, forcing her mouth exactly where he needed it to be. He caught one quick glimpse of her eyes and everything in him went still. Just froze.
His body burned like hell. That terrible, savage rage that manifested itself in sexual urgency had him in its grip, and normally, he would have done whatever he needed to do to rid himself of the buildup that never seemed to go away. His cat’s edgy needs seemed to feed his own and it took a great deal of discipline to pull back, to loosen his grip in her hair and breathe through the voracious hunger eating him alive. More than anything he wanted her mouth on his cock, but he couldn’t get past that one little shadow he caught. One small shadow.
“Fuck.” He spat the word, closed his eyes and breathed some more. What was it about this one woman that made him so crazy? She was more than willing to take care of his needs.
Her body was flushed a soft pink, almost red. Her nipples were standing out, totally erect, twin temptations, staring at him. He could scent her particular fragrance calling to him, the one he craved, the one that made him want to throw her onto the back seat and devour her. That had been his intention all along, to make her think he was going to selfishly have her take care of his needs, but then, at the last minute, ensure she got off as well. He wanted to see what she would do. He should have known.
Sevastyan was going to have to be very, very careful in his handling of his strawberry leopard or she wouldn’t be happy for long. She might be naturally submissive in the bedroom and he might be naturally dominant. She liked Shibari and to be tied. She liked to be told what to do and pushed to do things she wouldn’t think of doing on her own, but he had to always take care of her. He had to always see to her pleasure, make certain that if she gave him anything special, he reciprocated tenfold.
He was never going to be easy to live with. He knew that. He had to make it worth staying with him. She wasn’t a woman who would care about money. He had to take care of her. Sexually, they were a good match. Right now, to keep him from confronting her, she was willing to use sex and he wanted to oblige her. His cock raged at him. Raged.
Her body wanted him, but her mind didn’t. He wasn’t her choice anymore. At least, there was doubt again. He wanted her to know—absolutely know—that he was the one she chose to spend her life with.