Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Even a drop is enough,” I say in a trembling voice. “That’s all it takes.”
He nods, the look in his eyes still intense as his gaze traces my trembling lips.
“Yes, but it’s about controlled risk, Maddy. There is always risk in the world, no matter what you’re doing in any situation. I think given the contours of our wants and desires, pulling out is the best path forward for us, given our constraints. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Of course, what I really want to say is that I’m okay with him releasing deep inside me. The thought of his virile seed spurting into my chamber and all over my fertile fields makes me shiver with need and want. But I can’t say that because this is supposed to be a business arrangement. It’s going to be over in six weeks, so I can’t speak the truth.
“Okay,” I murmur. “Pulling out it is then.”
He smiles at me, his look dark while one hand brushes a curl behind my ear.
“You have nothing to be afraid of Madeline,” he rumbles in a deep voice. “When you’re with me, everything is going to be fine. You’ll be taken care of.”
“Really?” I ask in a whisper, staring up into his eyes. I want so much for it to be true. I want to be his, and to believe that Cameron Savage is my Prince Charming, and for just one moment, I brush away all my doubts and let myself believe.
“Really,” he whispers against my lips, and with that, our mouths meet and the passion begins. He’s commanding yet gentle at once. He takes my mouth but doesn’t force it open. Instead, he asks wordlessly, and when I agree and part my lips, his tongue slides in, making me shiver.
“Mmm,” I murmur. “That’s nice.”
He grins at me.
“That is very nice,” he agrees. “So much that I want more.”
Cameron hauls me into his arms then, and this time, the possession begins. He sweeps me against his hardness, and I let out a breathy cry of anticipation. Am I really going to lose my virginity to this alpha male, who also happens to be my mother’s boss? Does this alpha male really want me, little Madeline Mitchell?
Evidently so because Mr. Savage moves fast. His hands skim down my curves, making me shiver, and before I know it, my sweater’s being pulled over my head and my jeans are torn off so that I’m wearing nothing but a bra and panties in his lap. His eyes flare, taking in my curves.
“You’re so beautiful,” he growls, reaching one big hand out to stroke lightly at a burgeoning nipple. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
I throw my head back and sigh as sparks shoot straight from my nip to my cunt.
“Oh Mr. Savage,” I breathe. “That feels so good.”
He growls deep in his throat, eyes intense.
“You look amazing, baby girl. Let me make you feel good now.”
With that, he begins stroking circles around my nipples and I almost fly out of my skin. His touch is so sure and commanding, and my body responds to his touch. The lace is so flimsy and transparent that the darkness of my tips are visible, and I feel his hardness grow beneath my bottom.
“Yes,” he growls. “You’re so responsive, Madeline. Everything that I want. I can even see your clit because it’s so big and hard right now.”
I gasp, looking down, but it’s true. The fabric of my bra and panties is a sheer lace netting, and not much more. I shaved recently so I’m bare down there, and sure enough, when I look down at myself, I can see my clit peeping through my folds, begging to be touched. Mr. Savage’s eyes are glued to my form, and I can imagine how I look: a nearly-nude girl in his lap, crying out with pleasure as I squirm and wriggle with pleasure.
He chuckles deep in his throat and lets one hand skim down my belly until it reaches my sweet vee.
“There we go,” he croons while niggling my most sensitive spot. “You like that, don’t you?”
The shriek that I let out is an answer unto itself because sparks fly out from my pussy all the way to my fingers and toes. My sweetest spot feels like it’s sizzling, his touch is so good, and I gush wetly into my panties with arousal.
“So sensitive,” he muses to himself, never looking away from my hard nub. “I need to taste it now.”
I expect Mr. Savage to bring me to the sofa or the desk, and to lay me down on it. But instead, he pulls my hips up so that I’m standing with each foot on either side of his hips and pulls me forward so that my pussy is right in front of his face.
“Now hold onto the back of the chair,” he commands into my sensitive flesh. “Because I’m going to town on you now.”