Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
When he eventually lifts his head, the lacy pink panties he picked out for me this morning are a wet, needy mess. “Wow.”
“I appreciate the sentiment, but you haven’t seen anything yet. That’s just a little taste of what I have in store for you now that I have the theme song sent off to Hugo,” he warns, sliding his hands down to my butt. When he lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist and let out a little moan as his hardness presses against my core.
“I already know what you’ve got planned for me.” I grin up at him and wiggle in his hold. “You mentioned a spanking, and then I could swear there was something about fucking me so hard I won’t be able to sit tomorrow.”
His fingers dig into my flesh hard enough that I know they’ll leave faint bruises behind. My face heats at my bold words, but he’s pulled me out of my shell.
It only makes me hotter when I see his marks on my skin. They serve as a reminder of how much he wants me, not that Theo gives me a lot of time for doubts to pop into my head. It’s almost like he knows anytime they creep up on me, and he hunts me down for a quick kiss that usually leads to more. And the kind of more he gives me always involves an orgasm or two. I’ll be spent in bed unable to think of anything but how much Theo wants me.
“That wasn’t all I promised.” He ruts his hips against me. “After I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow without remembering I own this pussy.”
I shiver, thinking about how amazing it’s going to feel when he pounds in and out of my body. As much as I want that, and the feel of his palm on my ass a few times, there’s something else I want just a tiny bit more. Something I haven’t had the chance to do yet because Theo is a giver in all things and is usually focused more on giving me as many orgasms as he can instead of getting his own. “I want all of that, but I need something else first.”
Theo pulls back a little and looks down at me with concern in his dark eyes. “What do you need, my little muse? Whatever it is, you have to know I’ll make sure you get it.”
Lowering my hands to his chest, I drop my legs from around his waist before giving him a nudge so he’ll take a step back. It doesn’t give me a lot of room to work with, but I start to lower to my knees as I look up at him and answer, “To be the one who gives you pleasure.”
“Shelby,” he whispers, his hands tightening around my upper arms and stopping my downward progress before I get far. “You always give me pleasure.”
Staring up at his gorgeous face, I flash him a smile of pure feminine satisfaction. “I know I do, but this time I want to get mine after I give you yours.” I slide my hand down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, and glide it over his hard length. My next words make it perfectly clear what I want. “After I get to taste you.”
“You want to suck me off, baby?”
The desire shining from his dark eyes burns impossibly bright when I lick my bottom lip. “Yes, that’s what I need from you. Let me taste you first and then you can take all the time in the world to do everything you have planned for me.”
His hold tightens further for a moment, and then he unwraps his fingers from my arms. “You’re mine and you always will be.”
“That makes you mine, too.” He’s said stuff like this so many times over the past two weeks that I’m finally starting to believe he really does mean it in a forever kind of way. “And I want a taste of what’s mine.”
“I’m all yours.” He takes another step back to give me more room. “I’ve been dying to feel those perfect lips wrapped around my cock ever since you first opened them and sang like an angel.”
Whoa. I’m not sure how he does it, but Theo always seems to know exactly the right thing to say. I’ve been new to all the things Theo and I have done together, and this is no different. But just like with everything else, I trust him to make it good for me—even when I’m the one who plans to drive him crazy. So there isn’t even an ounce of hesitation in me while I keep my eyes locked on his, lower myself to my knees between his legs, and drop his pants enough to pull out his hard length.