Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking sexy. Is this what you were doing when you would text me at night?”
Shuddering from the heat of his words, I nod, keeping up the rhythm. “Yes,” I say, and then I shift to my back, and meet his gaze. He looks rabid. Then he looks to the screen, his lips parting as he watches for several seconds the scenario unfolding on the phone. The man on the screen is now lying naked behind the woman on the bed, working the toy on her.
My breath comes faster. Gage’s comes in a carnal groan, then a demand, “Let me do it.”
It’s said full of need, full of savage want. He barely waits for me to answer. Just reaches for the waistband of his shirt with one hand and tugs it off in the swiftest, sexiest move.
“Are you sure you can handle it? It is The Command Performance after all,” I say, grazing the toy over the now soaked panel of my panties.
He moves across the bed like a cat. “I’m fucking sure, wife.”
I shiver from that name too. “But this toy works really fast. That’s why I didn’t take my panties off yet. I didn’t want to come too quickly.”
He drags a hand down his face, like he’s trying to get a grip on the situation. “Thanks for that warning.”
In a flash, he’s at my feet, grabbing the toy from me, tearing down my panties.
“Look at you, baby. Just fucking look at you. So turned on for your man,” he praises as he hands me the toy again. “Show me.”
I obey, running The Command Performance through my slick folds.
He doesn’t look away from my center. He’s mesmerized, and it makes me feel powerful and beautiful all at once. He roams his hands up my calves to my knees, then spreads me apart. Staring wantonly. “Show me how you fuck yourself with it. I want to see exactly how you work it so I can do it the way you like.”
My nipples harden. I love that he doesn’t think he can do it better than the toy or better than me. I love that he just wants to know exactly how I want it so he can give it to me that way. I show him, teaching him, pleasure pulsing through my bones as I rub the toy against my swollen clit, arching into its vibration, gasping out shuddery breaths.
Tingles race through my body, everywhere.
He holds out his palm. “Mine. Now,” he barks out.
Excited by his order, I hand it over. He slides the toy against my clit and I howl in pleasure.
It’s more than good. It’s fantastic. His eyes stray again to the phone where the man on the screen has tossed the toy aside and has entered her.
Gage’s eyes return to me. “You watch porn,” he says and he sounds amazed, delighted too. “And you like when your man finds you playing with yourself.”
I nod quickly. Urgently. Clawing at the sheets. “I do.” The pleasure is so intense I can barely think. I can barely speak. He pushes the toy into me, going deeper, filling me with it. “God, yes,” I shout.
In seconds, he’s owning me with the dildo I bought the night I met him, fucking me deep, artfully.
“I’ve never done this before,” I say, a vulnerable confession, but one that answers my why. This is why I raced home. This is why I wanted to surprise him. To give him this first of mine. To experience a first with him.
“Me neither,” he says quickly.
Colors dance before my eyes. Pleasure multiplies in me.
I wasn’t expecting a first for both of us. But I wasn’t expecting any of these feelings for Gage Archer. The way I want him. The way I need him. The way our intimacy keeps surprising both of us in the best of ways.
As he fucks me with the toy, he praises me. “Fucking beautiful. So fucking sexy. So fucking mine.”
That last word thrums through me, lighting me up everywhere. Pleasure coils in me, tighter, then I burst, grabbing the sheets as I shatter.
When I come down, he eases out the toy, turns it off, and tosses it on the covers.
I push up on my elbows, greedy for him to return the favor. “Show me how you got off to me.”
“I fucking will, baby.” Like he’s never wanted anything more in his life, he shoves down his shorts. He slides a hand between my thighs and slicks up his fingers with my orgasm. Gripping his hard shaft, he coats his length with my arousal.
His fist is shuttling his cock, his jaw tensing, and he’s so incredibly sexy like this. “Fuck, baby, I need to feel you. I need to feel you gripping me. Let me fuck you,” he says.
“Please fuck me,” I answer. His shorts vanish and he’s climbing over me, guiding his eager dick inside me. Then hooking my legs over his shoulders. I can’t move like this, and I don’t even want to as he sinks into me.