Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
His mouth twitched once, then twice, and the anger broke from his face as he laughed until he’d collapsed on top of my spread body, his face buried in my breasts while he laughed so hard he snorted.
The absurdity of the situation rolled through me, and I wanted to reach out and hold him, but the stupid bastard had me tied up with his freaking neck ties of all things.
My amusement drained away as heat began to build in my core. I became very conscious of Ramón’s weight, his solid male mass pressing me into the mattress.
“Don’t worry, mi amor, I’m not into any of that shit. I’m into you—however, whenever, and wherever I can get you. I’m gonna live in your pussy.” To emphasize this statement, he settled firmly between my legs, spreading me wider than I’m used to in order to accommodate his mass. “I’ve been holding off because I know, without a doubt, once I’ve had you, I will never let you leave my side. Do you understand?”
No, I didn’t understand shit. The only thing I could think about was how amazingly awesome his pelvis felt against my swollen sex as he pressed his thick, gorgeous cock against me. My body was out of control, begging for this man in a way that dominated my thoughts, stripped away a layer of civility and left me in a raw, exposed state. Instinctively, I fought the loss of control, and fear tried to mix with my arousal, but Ramón wouldn’t let it take hold.
Rolling his hips so our bodies, separated by thin pieces of silky material, ground together in the most delicious manner, he whispered my name in a way that gave me chills. I wanted nothing between us, wanted him inside of me, easing this terrible empty feeling that seemed to consume me. I couldn’t even think past my body anymore, more than eager to just take the mind-numbing pleasure he offered me.
I loved the feel of his weight on me, his scent filling my nose, the sheer power of his presence blanketing me in an odd mixture of lust and comfort.
He licked along my neck then growled, “You particularly attached to these leggings?”
“I borrowed them from some of the clothes Leo brought here for Hannah.”
At the mention of my friend, tears filled my eyes and Ramón made a pained noise. “No, baby, no. Please, no sadness. Not now.”
“Everything’s so confusing. I don’t understand anything anymore. The whole world has gone crazy.”
“Look at me,” he commanded in such a serious tone that I stopped my sniffling pity party and stared up at him. “You have me. I’m your anchor; I’m your rock. I will never let you down, ever. When you’re ready to give yourself to me, I want you to know that I will take care of you.”
“Ramón,” I whispered as his cock stroked me. “We—”
My words choked off in a pinched gargle as he clasped his hand around my throat hard enough that my pulse leapt and my clit twitched. He wasn’t hurting me, he was owning me with this gesture. I might have protested, but his other hand was busy ripping open the crotch of my leggings, exposing my dripping wet pussy to the cool air. When Ramón rubbed the tip of his finger on my clit, my back arched, and I would have shouted out if I’d been able to past his grip.
Looking me right in the eye, he rubbed my throbbing clit slowly, up and down. “No more lip from you, brat. Got it?”
I nodded, and when he released his hand, I gasped and tried to grind onto his hand. “Please, more. No more fingers, no more tongue. I need your dick.”
His chuckle was downright menacing as he cocked his head and examined me, his gaze heavily lidded with lust. “It’s cute you think you get to tell me what to do. While I may not be your Daddy, I am your man, and you need to understand what I mean when I say that.”
“I’m tired of talking. Please, I need you.”
“I know you do, and I’m going to give it to you, I promise. But there’s something you should know, something fucked up, but important.”
Dread filled me, but my hips still twitched with the need to be filled. “What?”
He leaned down and to my shock, pulled a knife from beneath the bed. “I am into some kinky shit.”
Staring at the big, sharp blade with the dull black grip, I licked my lips, nervous but also curious. “What do you plan on doing with that?”
“Cutting your clothes off with it.”
“Why?”
“First, because I don’t want to untie you. Seeing you here, smelling your juicy pussy in the air, feeling you…it’s like a dream come true.”
“You have some very kinky dreams.”
He grinned, then something chilling flashed through his gaze. “You have no idea.”