Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 124836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Raw hunger blazed through me.
If Chen or anyone else interrupts us, I’m going to put them in the dungeon for 30 days. Fuck loyalty.
She glanced over her shoulder at me with this wicked fucking grin on her face. "Lei?”
“Yes?”
“Get over here.”
“I’m coming.”
“It’s been a while. You’re naked. What is the hold up?”
“I’m thinking.”
“You need to stop thinking and start fucking.”
I put my view back on that fat ass. “Give me a minute.”
“No. Give me a minute of that cock.”
At that demand, my length jerked. “Well. . .it may barely be a minute of fucking, if you rush me.”
She laughed.
Wicked, devilish woman.
Like she hadn’t warned me about how good her pussy was, she didn’t give me a disclaimer about this position.
If she thinks I’m possessive and overbearing now. . .
It would serve her right.
Like there were levels to her pussy, there were consequences too.
And I knew that after this, I may secretly order Chen to have a team construct a hidden chamber where I could keep her in there, naked and to myself, never letting her out.
Would Banks and her sisters notice her absence? Surely, I could tell them that she’s in Shanghai for the year?
“Lei, get your ridiculous ass over here and stop stalling.”
I pointed at her. “You can’t talk to me like that I’m the Mountain Master.”
“Then, master this mountain.”
I sneered, yet my body vibrated with so much need I thought I might pass the fuck out.
Then, she laughed because she was mean and knew that she had all the damn control when it came to the bedroom.
Listen. You really are the Mountain Master. There is nothing to worry about. You’ve killed forty men in one night with one sword and a headache. Surely, you can last more than a minute.
“Class begins now, Mountain Master.” She glanced over her shoulder again and this time she began to twerk that ass, moving those hips in a mesmerizing motion.
Fuck!!!!!!!!
My breath caught in my throat.
Those globes bounced and jiggled.
Loudly groaning, I began rubbing my cock, gripping it tightly at the tip and slipping it down the thick shaft.
I don’t care how long I last. I have to be inside of her.
There was no more logic, no more ability to truly think.
I just started walking over to her, too tempted, completely lured by the magnetic pull tugging at my very core.
What else could I do?
I climbed on the bed and got closer to her.
The air between us ran electric with erotic desire.
Once on the bed, I didn’t dare touch that ass, in fear of cumming right there, all over those fat cheeks.
Concentrate. We can make her cum first. There has to be a way.
I placed my fingers gently against the base of her spine.
She shivered slightly under my touch and a low sigh escaped her lips.
There we go.
My mind raced, grasping for anything that would give me the control I desperately needed.
She twerked again.
I groaned. “Stop that.”
Chuckling, she glanced over her shoulder. “Don’t you want to fuck this pussy?”
If she keeps talking like this, I won’t last ten seconds.
And then, like a whisper from the past, the teachings of Sun Tzu came to me. His book, The Art of War had guided me through countless battles and challenges.
Can it guide me through this one?
Perhaps it could.
In war, there was strategy; careful planning, knowing your enemy’s moves before they made them, laying traps and ultimately, outwitting the enemy.
In this case, however, Moni wasn’t my enemy. She was my Mountain Mistress. But there were aspects of Sun Tzu’s teachings that I could apply here.
Know the terrain where the battle will happen.
I slipped my gaze over that perfect body.
I knew every inch of her, where the curve of her waist flared into the fullness of her hips; how the lower part of her back dipped before rising into that majestic ass.
I knew what she liked too: she enjoyed my teasing tongue on her pussy; she thrived under my possessive gaze and definitely loved when I was assertive with my cock—not forceful but firm.
I considered more of Sun Tzu’s teachings.
Know yourself.
I knew my limits. I damn sure knew that if I touched that ass now, it would be all over for me. But I also knew that I wanted to make this experience extremely pleasurable for her too.
To cum before her would be to break me.
Therefore, this moment would require tremendous restraint.
Alright. I know what I must do.
Instead of plunging my cock into her and giving in to my primal urges, I backed up, bent over, and lowered my mouth to that pussy.
“Lei, what are you—”
Angling my head just right, I dove my eager tongue within those wet folds.
A moan ripped from her throat.
The taste of her was utterly intoxicating.
Sweet and salty.
Nectar from the gods.
Every movement of my tongue elicited a new sound from her, each more desperate than the last.