Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
I feel wanted, not needed.
Not until tonight did I realize how much Drew and all his needs hurt. He never considers anything I might need or want. It’s all about him, and it always has been.
I cling tighter to Isaak’s neck, feeling tears gather at the corners of my eyes.
What I want right now is Isaak, and for once, I’m going to be the selfish one. All week, I told myself I couldn’t have him. There were boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. I was being an adult about it.
But we’re naked now. And he wants me.
Plus, there’s a pile of condoms right there… Which he probably carries in his wallet because he does this sort of thing all the time. I mean, he’s the most handsome, manliest man I’ve seen around the club. Women must throw themselves at him all the time. Moira certainly does. So, of course, he carries a wallet full of condoms.
But tonight, he’s mine. I won’t pretend I’m in some fairytale. This isn’t going to lead to a happily ever after. Tomorrow, I can figure out my disaster of a life.
Tonight, I’m going to fuck this god of a man. Tonight, I’m going to take what I want.
His cock leaps against my stomach, and I lessen my tight grip around his neck so I can pull back enough to find his mouth.
It’s like he has the same idea at the same time because our lips crash against each other. His devouring kiss reassures me of his desire and kindles the fire already lit in my belly back to a roaring blaze.
Oh my god, I want this man.
“Fuck me,” I beg him.
“You think you’re ready for me?” Our eyes connect, and I swear heat sizzles straight down to my cunt.
A whine escapes my throat. He’s so commanding without even meaning to be.
“I’m ready.”
He grins, that same Isaak grin he’s teased me with every time he sits across from me at breakfast or dinner or glances at me across the car seat. “Oh, I don’t think so, Princess, not quite yet.”
“I’m no prince—” I start to object furiously, but he’s pressing his palm down against my pussy, rubbing shamelessly before his thumb finds my clit.
He doesn’t break eye contact the whole time.
“I’m glad we’re talking again because I’ve been wanting to tell you all the filthy things I’ve tried real hard to stop myself from thinking about wanting to do to this pretty little pussy, Professor.”
“Like what?” I gasp, insanely curious and turned on.
“I’ve been thinking about wrapping your thighs around my head and burying my face in your cunt just like I did a second ago. And grabbing your ass just like this—”
He holds himself up with one hand by my head, bicep bulging, but with his other, he grabs my ass and squeezes again, grip firm.
Oh my god, Isaak’s on top of me, grabbing my ass. His mouth was on my— We’re about to have sex! I’m still giddy that this is happening at all. He’s liked me. All this time, he liked me! I’m breathless when I ask, “What else have you been thinking about?”
“Trying not to think about,” he corrects. He runs his hands up my body to my waist and squeezes there. “I’ve been trying not to think about what it would feel like to have you just like this. What it would feel like to get my hands on your soft skin. And what these feel like.” His hand runs up from my waist to reach my breasts.
With his thumb and forefinger, he pinches my left nipple lightly. My body spasms below him. He does the same to the right nipple, grunting a little as it puckers even harder. Then he pinches it again, harder this time. Then, harder still.
Each time he does it, my sex contracts, and I let out an involuntary, needy little whine. It’s like the nerves of my nipples are attached to an invisible line straight to my sex. No man’s ever done these sorts of things to my body. But god, do I love every new sensation.
He seems just as fascinated by what the nipple play is doing to me because he mutters, “And trying not to think about doing this,” then leans down and replaces his fingers with his mouth. I arch up against him, writhing in the space under his body as his mouth closes around my nipple. His mouth suckles with brutal suction, a tortuous pleasure.
“Now,” I manage to whimper. “Please. I need you inside me.”
“I’m not done yet,” is all he grunts before moving to my other nipple and sucking it just as ruthlessly. My whole body spasms with pleasure, and I clutch his head, fingernails digging into his scalp.
Holy shit, can I come from just nipple play alone? I’ve heard of that but thought it was just a myth. I never thought I’d be sensitive enough for that kind of thing.