Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
He knows my body better than even I do.
His green eyes lock on mine. “Don’t take your eyes off me, Bel. Don’t you fucking dare. Your pleasure is mine, and you’ll come when I say you can come.”
I grit my teeth and blink up at him, knowing exactly what he expects of me. He smiles and oh-so slowly adds his thumb to the other four fingers already inside me. The tinge of pain from being stretched so thoroughly tugs at my nerve endings.
Oh god. My arousal drips down my thighs and his hand. I can feel the pleasure building, threatening to consume me. I fist the sheets below my hands and try to escape the pleasure, but I can’t.
“Drew! Please! I need to come… please…” I whimper, nearly on the edge of tears. With a chuckle, he disappears again, and his lips latch onto my clit again, sucking, drawing the orgasm out of me like a peel carved around an apple. I convulse, my hips lifting on their own, as the juices spill out of me like a damn waterfall.
It’s a damn miracle that I keep my eyes on his, even as mine well up and tears slip down the sides of my cheeks. The pleasure ripples over my body, until it becomes almost painful, and I have to push at his shoulders to get him to stop eating my pussy or risk dying from post-orgasm pleasure.
He takes mercy on me finally and lifts his head from between my thighs. I watch mesmerized and in a haze as he licks the arousal glistening his lips.
“You’re such a good girl, creaming all over my fist.”
All I can do is huff out a breath, my heart still hammering against my rib cage. With a tenderness, he eases his fingers out of me, and I’m left with an emptiness that only he can fill. I reach for him, wanting to return the favor, but he merely shakes his head.
“I’ll fuck you and fill you with my cum real soon, but first we need to have a little talk.”
“I’m still mad at you for drugging me.”
“As expected.”
“It hurt my feelings that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me.”
“It wasn’t that I didn’t trust you. I wanted to tell you. I needed the element of surprise, and if you followed along with everything I did, I wouldn’t have been able to sell it to him. I needed him to believe that I was finally following along, that I was going to listen.”
I understood that and knew I’d have to accept that the men in my life would occasionally do things to protect me and not tell me because they wanted to ensure I was safe. That didn’t mean I had to like it, though.
“Don’t do it again.”
“Which part? The drugging or the hiding information until the very end?”
I pin him with a glare. “Both. I didn’t like not knowing what was happening, and I was scared when I woke up and we were in your father’s office.”
Drew cradles my cheeks in his hands, his lips hovering above my own. “I’ll do my very best in the future to tell you every single detail of every single thing. Unless it’s unsafe for you to know.”
“Fine.” I smile and press my lips against his. There’s no use arguing, he won’t change his mind on this. I can tell by the rigid set of his jaw and the spark in his eyes. There will be things I can fight him on and things I can’t fight him on. I know this, and I need to learn to compromise with him, but it’s difficult when he’s such a caveman.
The kiss becomes possessive, searing. Like he’s trying to destroy me and piece me back together at the same time. I fall deeper into the kiss, letting it consume me. I’m completely breathless, and tugging on his shoulders, begging for more, when he breaks away from me. I whimper with disapproval, and he shakes his head at me, his restraint barely intact.
“Shower, dinner, and then I’ll fuck you. In that order. It’s my job to make sure you’re taken care of, and I take my job really fucking seriously, Flower.”
His dark tone is delicious and makes me want to disobey him just to see what kind of punishment he’ll give me. “What do you want to eat?” he asks.
A smile pulls at the corner of my lips. “Cock,” I whisper.
His gaze darkens tenfold, and he shoves a hand into my hair, tugging the strands hard. I see the lustful haze that appears there and the zing of pleasure I get from speaking to him that way, but more than any of that is the trust and warmth I feel when he touches me. I feel safe with him, and while I’ve always been safe with him in one way or another, it’s never been something I could be one-hundred percent certain of. Now there’s nothing in our way. No hurdles to jump. No secrets or lies to be discovered.