Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
A thrill pulses through me at the idea of getting to experience the kind of erotic wonder this woman is currently losing herself in, but there’s no way I could feel something more than what she’s currently going through. She’s on cloud nine, living in a world of pure ecstasy.
“Any other sexual experiences you find yourself wondering about?”
A grin pulls across my lips. “Do I strike you as the type of woman who holds back when I want something?” I ask. “I’m not shy, Caesar. If I’m curious about something or someone, I take it.”
Caesar’s gaze rakes over me, and before I know it, he steps into a private booth, pulling me along with him. My chest is pressed up against the wall, his hand knotted in my hair as he takes my thigh and pulls it up onto the edge of the loveseat.
“I like that about you,” he rumbles, his chest vibrating against my back. I suck in a breath as his large body presses in against me, his cock grinding against my ass. “You like control. You see what you like and you go after it, but not tonight.”
“No?” I ask as he pulls something from his pocket and takes my wrists, pulling them behind my back. Silky material brushes against my skin, and I can only assume it’s a tie. He pulls it tight, but not so much that it digs into my skin.
“No,” he purrs, taking hold of my bound wrists. “Tonight I am in control. You take only what I allow you. You scream when I tell you to. You come only when I’m finished with you. Do you understand me?”
A wild thrill shoots through my body, and when he pulls against my bound wrists, I come away from the wall. He adjusts me just a fraction, and before I know it, Caesar bends me over the loveseat, my tits pressed against the soft cushion as my knee remains braced on the seat.
Everything within me clenches.
Caesar stands directly behind me as I look back over my shoulder, watching him through the dim lighting, and the way his dark stare roams over my body is crippling. His hand brushes against the back of my thigh, trailing higher beneath my black miniskirt until I feel his skilled fingers against my bare core.
His growl of approval at finding me without underwear is possessive and rich, and it stirs the wildest need within me. “Good girl,” he declares, that tone speaking directly to my soul.
His fingers push inside my waiting cunt, and I instantly push back against him, needing more, and just as I knew he would, he delivers, rolling his fingers over my G-spot and leaving me panting.
“Fuck. You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he says, removing his fingers a moment later and lifting them to his lips. He sucks them dry before reaching down to the hem of my miniskirt and scrunching it in his hand. He pulls it up over my ass, leaving me exposed, and when his hand flattens against the curve of my ass, excitement thrums through my veins.
I’m fucking soaked for this man. I’ve been here less than twenty minutes, and he already has me so worked up. I can only imagine the things Caesar could do to me if we had all night.
Caesar’s hand gently circles my ass, and I take a breath, holding it in anticipation, and not a moment later, his hand lifts before coming down in the perfect spank. I gasp, pushing back against him, asking for more.
“You like that, hellcat? You like being punished?”
I nod against the loveseat, my chest already heaving, and just as his hand comes down in another breathtaking spank, his fingers plunge back inside my cunt.
I cry out, the sharp sting on my ass quickly morphing into the sweetest pleasure, and as his long, thick fingers work me, I see stars. He knows exactly what I like, massaging my walls and driving me wild. His fingers split inside of me, and my hips grind, the pleasure booming through me like an electric current.
“Shhhhh, hellcat,” Caesar rumbles, placing his hand at my hip to steady me as the overwhelming pleasure takes over.
“Oh God,” I groan, feeling everything begin to tighten within me as he pushes me right to the edge. His fingers don’t let up, rolling, stroking, splitting, and teasing, making my eyes roll in the back of my head. I suck in a breath, and as he continues holding my hip, he entices every ounce of pleasure out of me.
“Fuck, Caesar,” I groan, trying to push back, trying to get some kind of respite, but he holds me still, having every bit of control over my body, just as he said he would. And damn it, he knows what I need, when I need it, and he doesn’t dare hold back.