Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
“You’re cruel,” she breathes, squirming, hating the pleasure, loving the pleasure.
I rise to my knees and circle my girth, turning on the cock ring. The intense vibration catches me off guard. “Wow,” I whisper, almost silent, as Ava hides from me again. I grab her hip, she jerks, opening her eyes, and I start stroking my dick as she reluctantly admires.
“Oh God,” she whimpers, shaking her head, now fixated on my dick, which is throbbing against my palm, weeping with want, pulsing with need.
“This feels good, baby. Do you want to help me out?”
She looks up at me, her lips twisted. Not happy. “Fuck you.”
“Mouth,” I breathe, my hand working faster. It’s the final straw for Ava. She explodes, throwing her body around, shaking her head, sending her hair wafting around. “You’ll mark yourself, Ava.” I grunt, forced to slow down or shoot my load too soon. I’m enjoying this too much. Her blatant need. Fuck, it looks good on her. “Stop fighting.”
She doesn’t listen. My defiant little temptress, who isn’t even trying to be tempting now. But fuck, I’m tempted. I’m tempted to abandon my torture and give her what she wants.
Me.
I gulp, jolt. Fuck.
I pass the point of no return, my vision becoming cloudy, my thighs starting to ache, my biceps, my jaw. Everything hard.
“Please,” Ava begs. But I’m in no position to stop myself now.
“It’s not nice, is it?” My eyes fall to her boobs. “Think of this the next time you stop me from touching you.”
She cries out, slamming her eyes closed, escaping the sight of me on the cusp of ecstasy, begging me to stop teasing her.
“Open your fucking eyes,” I yell, my fist working fast, the pressure building, my release coming.
“No!”
Fuck.
I slip a hand between her legs and slide my finger through her pussy, and she screams, her eyes opening and narrowing. She looks like she wants to fucking kill me.
I’ll take my chances. “You’ll watch.” The blood surges, the sensitivity jarring me, and I curse loudly as I walk on my knees up her body and straddle her face.
Her lips are parted. Her tongue traces the bottom one. Hungry. Inviting. It’s my undoing. And really fucking ironic that even though she’s tied up, powerless, she still holds all the power. “Open your mouth.” My hand shoots out to the headboard to hold myself up, and I glance at her hands held in place by the cuffs. “Oh, Jesus.” My chin hits my chest and I come hard, all over her mouth. She swallows ravenously, gulping it all down, and then she takes me deep, cock ring and all, sucking me gently, licking softly.
Oh. My. God.
I’m a quivering wreck, short of breath, and she’s beneath me, worshipping me, looking at me with adoration. Fucking hell. I pull off the ring, toss it aside, and fall onto her, her legs cradling my body, her eyes fixed to mine as I watch her, wondering if I could adore this woman any more. And yet each day, I do. “I might keep you like this forever,” I whisper, kissing her deeply, moaning when she moans. “This way, I will know where you are all the time.”
“I think that might be falling dangerously close to sex slave territory,” she whispers, not relinquishing my mouth, just talking around it.
“And that’s a problem because?” I ask, turning my head, taking a different angle, humming my pleasure.
“Because I would like to think that you want me for more than my body,” she replies, now turning her head, making sure there’s not a tiny bit of my mouth she’s not explored.
I’m lost. So lost in this kiss. “Oh, I want you for more,” I whisper, leaving her lips for a moment to spread kisses up her cheek, her forehead, and back down the other side, plunging my tongue back in, shifting, feeling blood starting to creep back into my dick. “Like my wife.”
I frown into my darkness, and Ava stills beneath me, her tongue slowing, where mine continues its sweet assault on her mouth until the sudden awkward atmosphere can no longer be ignored. Shit. That was not how it was supposed to happen.
I sigh, giving up on the kiss too, and brave facing her. I hate the look of pure shock staring back at me. But I’m in now. No going back. Not that I want to only, perhaps, to think before I fucking speak.
“Marry me.” I internally flinch the moment I demand it. Ask, Ward. You’re supposed to ask.
Her eyes look like they might fall out of her head. “You can’t ask me that when I’m handcuffed to the bed,” she gasps, jiggling the cuffs, as if to remind me that I do, indeed, have her handcuffed to our bed.
“Does someone need some sense fucking into them?” I need to shut the fuck up, regroup, and start again. But I can’t. So I kiss her instead, reminding her of how amazing we feel together, how much love we create. But she doesn’t return my gesture, her mouth, lips, and tongue remaining unmoving. Bollocks. I give up on the kiss and try to recover the situation before I completely lose her to my apparent craziness. I’d have to succumb to her constant, ridiculous claims that I’m ridiculous, because I really am being ridiculous right now. Demanding. I look up at the cuffs. Restraining. What was I thinking? Have I completely blown this?