Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
And he was dead ass wrong if he thought I wasn’t going to return the favor.
I didn’t bother knocking on the bathroom door he’d shut himself behind, nor did I bother fixing my dress. It covered my ass now, but the straps were still off my shoulders, breasts exposed as I slid the door open.
And I found Jaxson staring back at me in the mirror, his shorts around his ankles and his cock in his hand.
“Get out,” he rasped, voice tight like it pained him. Maybe it did. If he was even half as worked up as I’d been before finding my own release, then it had to hurt, how badly he needed to come right now.
“Not a chance in hell,” I replied, and I stepped fully into the bathroom behind him. “I played your game. Now, you play mine.”
“I don’t like to be the one who receives the orders,” he threatened.
“So then stop fucking around and tell me what to do.”
His eyes flared in the mirror, and I arched a brow, running my fingertips over my shoulder and down to play with where my breasts spilled over the top of my dress. I grew even more confident when his gaze followed that touch, when he hissed a breath at the sight of me rolling my nipples between my fingers.
Jaxson turned to face me, and I didn’t even attempt to not let my gaze fall when he did.
Fucking hell.
He was hung.
I couldn’t help but study him, watching intently as he stroked that beautiful cock with one pump of his massive hand. He had to be at least eight inches long, at least two inches thick, and I both salivated and shivered at the sight of such a gorgeous specimen.
I swallowed, but I didn’t back down.
My eyes found his again, and I tilted my head just a little to the left, waiting for instruction.
I swore Jaxson’s chest swelled at the sight.
“Spit on it.”
His first command lit me on fire, and rolled my tongue in my mouth a few times before stepping closer to him. My eyes didn’t leave his as I spit, saliva dripping from my lips to where he held his cock.
He groaned when it hit, slicking himself with the lubrication.
“Knees.”
Fuck, I loved this game.
Using the edge of the bathtub to support myself, I did as he asked, sitting on my heels with my hands in my lap.
Just that alone had him sucking in a harsh breath, his eyes raking over me as he pumped himself once, twice. He’d pushed his shirt up just enough that it was out of the way, and the view from the ground had me ready for another round — his tight abs, his monster quads flexing with every roll of his fist, the fact that he had been so desperate to come he hadn’t even completely undressed.
And my particular kink rested in the fact that he still wore his fucking hat — backward. Watching him turn it around before he started commanding me in the other room had made me absolutely feral. That backward hat said he meant business, that he was about to get to work, that he was about to get dirty.
“I was ready to bust in my shorts out there,” he said, squeezing the tip of his cock before rolling his fist over it again. “Just watching you writhe in that bed, listening to the sounds you made…”
“I wanted it to be you fucking me.”
He let out a low curse at that, pumping himself a bit faster. “That right?”
I nodded but didn’t move my hands.
I wouldn’t — not until he told me to.
“You think you can handle me?” he asked, flexing into his hand.
“You already know I can.”
The words earned me another satisfying groan, his eyes heating even more as they raked over me. Truth be told, I wasn’t exactly sure I could back up that sassy attitude when push came to shove.
He’d stretch me, that I knew for sure. But I liked to think I could take it — liked the way he pumped himself faster when he thought about it, too.
“Sit against the tub.”
I leaned back, pulling my knees to my chest as my ass hit the tile.
“Now reach under that dress and play with your wet pussy, baby. Spread your legs wide so I can see.”
Fuuuuck, it was not okay how much my body responded to that. It should have felt degrading, and instead, it made me feel like a spoiled princess.
“Like this?” I asked, teasing him a little as I just barely spread my knees and touched myself under the dress.
He smirked. “We both know you can do better than that.”
I loved that wicked gleam, the challenge in his voice. I propped one foot up on the toilet seat, the other hitting the wall on the opposite side, and I tucked my hips toward the sky, showing him as much of myself as I could from this angle.