Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I bite my lower lip, my eyes focused on his waist as he’s revealed. The man is commando, but I expect nothing less from him. Hell, I get the impression that if it was socially acceptable, he’d probably run around completely naked.
Last time he was in athletic shorts, his thick cock tenting the thin fabric by the time we got to this point, and I’m having a hard time deciding which reveal I like most because they were both mouthwateringly delicious.
I reach for him, wanting to trace the tip of his glistening cock with my fingertip so I can then draw it to my lips, but he takes a step back. I feel the chastisement in his action without him saying a word, but I know better than to pout. Doing so only postponed my satisfaction last time.
“Good girl,” he says when I lift my eyes to his, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.
Butterflies take flight in my stomach, their wings fluttering inside of me and settling in that deep place I know he’s more than capable of reaching.
“Please.”
“Sweet Lennox,” he whispers, cupping my face. “It’s too soon to start begging.”
I’m lost when he takes a step back, breaking all contact with my skin.
“I want to see nothing but skin.”
I reach for the bottom button of my blouse, but I’m instantly distracted when he reaches for his jutting cock, his fingers knowing the perfect pressure to use on the barbells piercing his flesh.
I nod in approval, my thigh muscles tightening in an effort to ward off the need to touch myself.
“Lennox,” he warns. “Skin. Slowly.”
It feels like a punishment, the speed at which he wants me to strip, but maybe this is a penance for how I’ve acted since we were last in this room.
“That’s it,” he praises, the hairs on my arms standing on end at his approval as I pull my top off.
I’d be concerned he’s not impressed with my no-frills bra, but the man saw me struggle out of a sports bra last time. At least this one has a little lace at the tops of the cups.
“Pinch them like I would,” he says the second the tips of my breasts meet the air.
I whimper, wanting to cup both my breasts in an effort to ease the ache inside of them, but I obey, digging my short fingernails into my flesh just enough to feel a sting. He doesn’t want me to hurt myself, but at the same time, he doesn’t want me to go easy either.
“It feels better when you do it,” I pant.
“I know, baby, but it pleases me to see you doing it.”
I pinch a little harder with his praise, my mouth hanging open.
“Don’t forget about the bottom half.”
I risk another chastisement when I slip my hand behind the fabric of my slacks and into my panties. The first brush of fingers over my clit is electric. When I pinch it like I did my nipple, I whimper.
Instead of upsetting him, I watch as his own mouth hangs open.
“Are you wet?” he asks, his hand speeding up on his cock.
I nod. “So wet.”
“Take them off,” he demands through clenched teeth.
I’m reluctant to pull my fingers free because fuck, I could easily come with just a little more pressure, but I drag my fingers back out, working the button and zipper quicker than he probably appreciates.
“I wanted slow, Lennox, but you’re pushing against my boundaries. It’s bad enough knowing what that cunt of yours feels like wrapped around my cock. Taste yourself.”
I whimper again, my slacks barely over the crest of my ass when he speaks. I shift my weight as I lift my slick fingers to my lips but my clothing doesn’t budge.
The tanginess of my arousal skates over my tongue as I obey his command. His blue eyes are locked on my mouth, and the power I feel in this moment seems like too much. I feel as if I’m stealing something from him, and it’s the last thing I want.
“Fuck you,” he growls. “Don’t even think about it.”
My hands freeze on my slacks. “But you wanted—”
“Don’t fucking speak. Get on the bed. Ass up.”
He works his boots off and then his jeans as I position myself exactly how he wants. A quick glance over my shoulder reveals him sliding a condom down his cock before he takes up position behind me.
“Jesus,” I pant when he runs his tip through my slickness, pushing forward to press the head of himself against my clit.
I roll my hips back, wanting to take him in one long glide, but he pulls back, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass, a warning to stay still.
“I can’t.” I answer his unspoken command.
“You will.”
I drop my face to the bed, praying the curve of my back is enough to entice him into action.