Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s great,” he said.
“You think so?”
“Yes.”
He put the card on the table and I couldn’t help but smile. The cards I got for Cassie always had to be kept hidden. Even Rage had never displayed any of the birthday cards I made for him.
I ignored those memories and gave Ive his birthday present. With such limited time, I didn’t have a clue what to come up with, and after asking Hubert to take me to a place that made trophies, it had once again seemed like a great idea. Now in practice, it didn’t exactly feel great.
Ive tore into the wrapping and then he burst out laughing. Not fake laughter, actual, from-the-gut laughing. The sound made me smile because I knew I’d been the one to cause that outburst.
I’d gotten him a trophy of a hockey puck, stating he was the number one air hockey player. His name was inscribed on the trophy as well as stating he was the reining champion. The shopkeeper when I asked him for this, looked at me a little clueless.
“You got me a trophy,” he said.
“I can’t beat you. It makes you number one, and trust me, between now and your next birthday, I’ll do better. You’re not an easy man to buy for.”
I went to move away, but he reached out and grabbed me, pulling me in close.
“All you needed to do, Charlotte, was wrap a giant bow around yourself, and then I could have unwrapped it.”
Now, I did think of that, but I thought it was a bit of a cop-out, so I changed my mind. “Well, you never know what you might get for next year. Now, you can have whatever you want later. I’ve got dinner, getting chewier by the second.”
I was more interested in serving him cake with the candles.
Ive took me by surprise as he kissed me before letting me go and deal with the food. He was sitting at the table as I came to serve him and much to my surprise, it wasn’t too chewy, which I was thankful for. I’d never considered myself a great cook, but slowly, with Michael’s help, I was learning so much more. I did enjoy cooking. It was one of the few pleasures I had while growing up.
After the meal, I told Ive to wait right there, and I disappeared into the kitchen and lit several candles.
Carrying the cake out, I began to sing to him once more. My voice was not great but I was pleased it didn’t wobble as I placed the cake down in front of him. I also hadn’t blown out any of the candles, so yay me.
I clasped my hands together, looked at him, and told him to make a wish. He stared at the cake for several seconds, and then he blew out the candles. I was about to hand him the knife, but Ive captured my wrist and put the knife back down on the table.
Before I got a chance to ask him what was going on, he suddenly put his shoulder against my middle, and without any warning, lifted me right up and off the ground, startling me.
“Ive, what are you doing?”
He didn’t say a word, just carried me through to the bedroom. I was already aroused by this point and I didn’t put up a single fight with him. He lowered me to the ground, and I looked up at him, nibbling my lip.
He took care of the dress I had worn for him, quickly, and within a matter of seconds I stood before him with just my underwear on. He flicked the clasp of the bra open, and the panties were no match against his strength as he tore them straight off my body. I stared up at him waiting.
“I love my gifts, but this is even better.” He cupped my tits, pressing them together and I moaned as he took one nipple into his mouth.
He didn’t bite down, but his suction was hard. Ive changed to the second nipple as it became almost too much and he showed my second breast equal attention.
He spun me around so that my back was pressed against his front and then he slowly caressed down my body, going between my thighs, where he began to stroke. Small, tender strokes at first, and then, slowly, he began to speed up. The pleasure was intense, startling me as he worked my body. He stopped and his fingers moved down toward my entrance. He circled me, and then plunged two fingers inside me, making me moan.
I felt the hard ridge of his cock as he thrust it against my back. I was so close to my release that I whimpered as he pulled his fingers from me, and then I was on my knees on the bed. The sound of his zipper coming down echoed around the room and excitement flooded me. Biting my lip, I tensed up as his hands touched my ass, and then he spread the cheeks wide. His fingers once again inside me, and he twisted them so his thumb stroked across my clit.