Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Does that bother you?” I asked with a smirk.
I liked watching her come to the realization that her comment revealed that she might want me to get off with her. Her lips pressed tight, and she huffed a disbelieving laugh from her nose. “No. Not at all. By all means, if you choose to not get off over the next five years, then far be it from me to say anything. I was just thinking that you’ve seen me lose control and maybe…” She shrugged, dropping her gaze to her knees. “Maybe I wondered what you looked like when you lose control.”
“I don’t lose control.”
Her eyes snapped back to mine. “Even when you come?”
The words shot between us, landing in my chest and sliding under my skin. My nerve endings came alive, sending bolts of desire down my limbs until my fingers tingled with the need to touch her. I pulled my shoulders back and stretched my neck to the side, taking my time to peruse her body, lingering where her nipples peaked against my white shirt.
“You’ve seen me come.”
“Not really. You turned your face down and I-I—” She swallowed. “I wasn’t able to focus enough.”
Talk about what our marriage may and may not look like was over. I needed her and based on the way her tongue slicked across her bottom lip while she returned the favor of looking me over, she needed me too. I flexed my hips, scooting to the edge of the chair and spread my legs so there was no hiding how much this conversation affected me.
“Do you want to see me come, princess?”
Her eyes bounced between my cock, tenting my pants, and my heavy-lidded gaze. “Yes.”
I waited for her to focus on my stare and gripped the arms of the chair before issuing my challenge. “Then make me come.”
She sucked in a quick breath and stood.
“Ah, ah, ah.” I halted her. “Crawl to me.”
She dropped to her knees and tortured me with each inch she moved closer. Her breasts swayed under the shirt, the undone buttons revealing and hiding the lush curves and hardened peaks like an erotic game of peek-a-boo.
Once she reached between my legs, she sat back on her heels with her knees spread and hands on her thighs. “How would you like for me to make you come, Sir?”
Another slip of her tongue across her lips, and I knew exactly how I wanted her to make me come. This was a perfect situation to test my control. If we were going to be married, I needed to know how hard I could push myself and find my limits. I needed to find a way to enjoy every part of her body without slipping too far and losing myself in the pleasure of having her.
Even if I wasn’t ready to fuck her cunt again, what better way to start than between her lips.
I pried my grip from around one arm of the chair and cupped her chin, brushing my thumb along her bottom lip. “I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” I moved my hand back to the armrest. “Now, suck me.”
She started at my knees and slid her arms up my thighs until she reached the waistband of my pants. Hooking her fingers around the edge, she rose and used her nose to push my shirt higher, slicking her tongue along my lower abs while pulling the cotton material down. I raised my hips to help until my cock slipped free, bobbing back to smack against her chin.
Once she’d dropped my pants past my knees, she caressed back up my thighs, dragging her thumbs to my groin. So fucking close to where I wanted her. Her fingers played at my hips while her tongue continued its torturous path low to the base of my cock, further to the edge of my balls, and then back up again.
“Aspen,” I growled in warning.
She descended again, this time tipping her head enough to stare up at me as she left sucking kisses down my thigh. Her eyes darkened to a molten gold dipped in sin and promise. A promise that she was on a mission to make me lose control.
Back up she went, adding a gentle blow against my aching heat, and I’d had enough. My patience stretched too far.
I snapped my hand out and into her hair, jerking her head back as I leaned forward so she had nowhere else to look but at me. “I told you to suck. My fucking. Cock,” I said against her lips. “So, I expect you to get that mouth around my dick and choke on it until I fill it with my cum. Is that understood?”
Her lips tipped into a barely there smile. “Yes, Sir,” she practically hummed.
“Good girl.”
I released my grip and sat back. She held my gaze as she braced one hand on my hip and used the other to fucking finally grip my length. She held my gaze as she lowered those plump lips to the head and opened around it.