Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Then she lifts her head and gives me an experimental pump in her hands again. “That’s better. If you’d let me, I’d have straddled you and done that with my body, but I know you are being testy right now.”
Fucking hell. I lie back on the bed and close my eyes. “Testy is not the word I’d use, Angel.”
She huffs, but I know she’s only teasing me. Once upon a time, I’d have taken it for mockery and reveled in the ensuing punishment. Coming from her, it’s loving and full of her signature sweetness.
When she falls silent again, I start to lift my head to stare at her, but then she grabs me tight, her nails digging into the underside of my shaft, and takes up a sharp pull along my cock, from the tip to the base, and back again.
Holy hell. I groan and reach out to clench the sheets so I don’t grab her and slide her across my lap where I really want her.
“Don’t stop,” I order, my tone too sharp, but she only wiggles against my hip and continues her punishing pace.
I’m on the edge and so close to coming when a spear of guilt pins me right in the chest. She should be coming first, not seeing to me like this. I’m about to get up and push her back on the bed, put my face between her thighs and lick her clean, but just as I tense to sit up, she shifts one of her hands to my balls and gives them a gentle but firm roll around her palm while the other continues working my shaft in long rough strokes.
I groan again and cover my face with my hands. “Angel…”
She repeats the motion, and I feel my balls draw in tight as my entire being clenches to come. It takes her a moment to work it out of me, her small hands no doubt tired from the effort, but she doesn’t stop, not until the warm jet of my cum slides down her fingers, coating both of our skins.
I’m panting, and I finally open my eyes and shift my weight up on my elbows to look at her. “You should have been the one to come first.”
Her eyes narrow, and she shakes her head. “If I wanted to go first, I could have when you told me to touch myself. Get it through your thick skull that touching you turns me on just as much as touching myself. More so even, when I get to see all those careful layers of control get peeled away in favor of pleasure.”
I sit up and study her, her hands still covered in my glistening spend. “Touch yourself now. I want you to rub my cum into your body while I watch you finish.”
She gulps and lies back on the bed with no defiance in her eyes this time.
No. This look says I’ve won. And she hopes I’ll claim my prize from her body.
48
VALENTINA
I can’t say his distance doesn’t hurt. But at the same time, I feel like he’s coiled so tight that at any moment, his hard-fought control might break, and he’ll take me the way I know we’re both dying for. Since the moment I returned, he’s been toeing the line of his carefully crafted control, and I’m done watching him fight me. He just hasn’t figured it out yet.
As much as I want to slick my fingers along my seam until I finish, I want him inside me more. If I have to push him to the edge to make him realize he won’t hurt me, then I’ll do it.
Instead of taking his orders, I lock eyes with him and trail my cum-coated hand up to my lips and suck my fingers into my mouth. His gaze goes hooded, and his half-erect cock lengthens again while he watches me.
I take my time running my tongue over my index finger, then my middle, and then suck them all between my lips until he’s practically panting as he fists the bedding around him. “Angel…” he warns.
This time, I don’t mock him because I’m not in the mood for games. The only thing I want is him inside me, filling me, claiming me. We both need it.
I pull my fingers from my mouth and dart my tongue out to lap at my skin like a cat cleaning off the cream. Even after he made a mess all over me, I can still taste my own arousal mixed with his.
When I’ve licked all of him off my skin, only then do I slowly slide my hand back down between my legs and dip my fingers between my still wet folds. I’m soaked, the evidence of it no doubt gleaming on my thighs for him to see for himself.
He doesn’t wait for me to challenge him again. This time, he pounces. It’s so fast my hand gets smashed between our hips as I tried to drag it away when he surged over on the bed toward me.