Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“We’re going to a wedding,” I correct her. “I need you there as living proof that I’m not bullshitting him.”
“Then I’m coming with on the supply run. There’s no way I’m letting you buy me a dress I haven’t approved.”
“Okay,” I agree. “But you follow my orders to a T.”
She nods and lifts herself on her tiptoes to give me a quick kiss. “And before we go shopping for a dress, I have to get a normal outfit because I’m tired of wearing shorts every day.”
I lower my hands to her ass and grip her tightly. “I like your ass in shorts.”
I lean down until our faces are an inch apart, but before I can claim her mouth, she says, “Will you let me have control just this once.”
“For?”
“Sex.”
My eyebrow lifts, but then I nod.
She wiggles out of my arms and rushes out of the bedroom, only to return seconds later, carrying a chair from the kitchen.
She places the chair at the foot of the bed, then orders, “Sit.”
I’ve never given anyone control over anything concerning me, but for Cami, I’ll make an exception.
I take a seat on the chair, then lift an eyebrow. “What now?”
“Do you have rope lying around somewhere?”
“Rope?” I shake my head. “Why?”
She gives me a seductive look. “I want to restrain you.”
I don’t know how I feel about being restrained.
I stare at her for a long moment before I say, “There are zip-ties in the duffle bag.”
“Great!”
Cami looks way too fucking happy about the idea of tying me up. My eyes narrow on her as she grabs the zip-ties and comes closer.
“Arms behind the chair, please,” she asks sweetly.
Reluctantly, I follow her order.
She fastens a zip-tie around my wrists before connecting them with an extra one.
When she comes to kneel in front of me and reaches for my ankle, I shake my head. “No.”
She looks at me for a few seconds, then nods. “Okay, not the legs, but you’re not allowed to move until I say so.”
“Okay,” I agree, still giving her a skeptical look.
“Stop looking like you’re worried I’m going to kill you.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m not worried about that.”
“I plan on torturing you.”
My eyes narrow on her. “This better be what I think it is.”
A nervous expression flutters over her face. “It might be stupid, but it’s something I’ve always wanted to try. If I make an ass of myself, just pretend I’m the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.”
“Cami,” I murmur, “you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t have to pretend.”
“Okay.” She darts closer, presses a kiss to my mouth, then moves back again.
I watch as she slowly strips out of her T-shirt and shorts. Even though I’ve seen her naked every day over the past two weeks, the sight doesn’t get old.
My cock hardens when she crawls onto the bed. She fluffs the pillows and stacks them on top of each other before she lies on her back, spreading her legs wide and giving me a full view of her pussy and breasts.
“I definitely approve of this,” I say to encourage her.
With her eyes on me, Cami brushes her fingers over her right breast before she tweaks her nipple.
Christ, that’s fucking hot.
Her other hand slips down her abdomen and between her legs, and I watch as my woman starts to play with herself.
Unable to watch quietly, I order, “Pinch your nipple.”
She obeys without argument and gives me what I want. She’s about to push a finger inside her, but I say, “Stop. Only my cock gets to be inside you. Flick your clit.”
Seeing her hands on her body is next-level erotic, and I start to strain against the zip-ties.
Then she fucking moans.
Her movements become hurried as she keeps massaging her breasts and working her clit. Her lips part, and her lashes lower.
Fuck.
Chapter 24
Cami
Seeing that Max is getting turned-on, I moan harder and flick my clit until my orgasm threatens to hit.
“I’m going to come,” I say, breathless from the intensity building in the room.
The next second I hear the zip-ties snap, and Max freaking launches himself at me. He unzips his pants, rips out his cock, and slams into me with so much force I swear I can feel him in my stomach.
So. Damn. Hot.
“Jesus,” I gasp, and then I have to grab hold of the covers and hang on for my life.
“Don’t you dare come,” he growls between ruthless thrusts.
The sound of our skin slapping echoes around us, and all I can do is stare into his eyes. Max’s hand grips my hip, and he fucks me harder.
Whimpering sounds spill from me, and I beg, “Please.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
My body starts to tremble uncontrollably, and sobs burst from me.
This is the most intense sex I’ve ever had. Holy shit.
“Come,” Max roars as he fills me again and again. His body tenses, and as my orgasm rips violently through me, he comes just as hard.