Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Greg’s expression was turmoil. He was fighting a battle between breaking his rule and staying in the scene, and at that moment, I didn’t care which he chose. There was no wrong answer. Not as long as we were together.
His posture stiffened, and he settled back into his role. “Undo my pants. Let’s see how well you can say please again with me in your mouth.”
I clasped the end of his belt and worked it free from the buckle, then focused my hurried, graceless fingers on the hook and zipper of his fly. His legs corded with tension as I tugged on the pants and underwear, him shifting just enough for me to work the clothes over his knees and down to his ankles, my kneeling legs tucked beneath.
His jaw set when my hands found him, hard and ready. I licked my parched lips, preparing to take him in my mouth, and as I slid down around his cock, his eyes closed, his head tipping back toward the ceiling.
Who knew there was so much pleasure in doing this? It had never been a chore, but before Greg, I’d rarely enjoyed going down on a guy. As his deep sighs and satisfied moans filled the room, it stoked the fire burning inside me, hotter each second. I tightened my legs, squeezing and clenching my muscles internally that gave me a hit of self-pleasure.
His hips flexed, pumping ever so subtly up into my greedy mouth, when I clasped a hand at the base of him. I worked my hand in time with my mouth, sliding over the slick, saliva-coated column of flesh that was hard and etched with a vein.
“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“Please,” I mumbled, my mouth full of him. The word was garbled, but my eager tone had to make it sound like confirmation.
“There’s a condom in my pants pocket.”
I fished inside the left one, came up empty, then found the coin-shaped packet in his right. When I held it up to him—
“Open it. Put it on me.”
I’d never done that before, but I trusted him to tell me if I screwed it up. I tore the corner of the foil open with trembling hands, pulled the condom out, and set off to accomplish my task.
A quiet hiss, full of enjoyment, came from him as I rolled the latex down. When it was done, I sat back on my heels, my hands resting on the garter straps on my thighs, and waited impatiently for my next set of instructions. He stroked himself, one quick pass to ensure he was covered, and his hand pushing down the condom was strangely mesmerizing.
Greg’s expression was a bunch of emotions at once. Longing. Desire. Domination. But his tone was absolute. “Come here.”
TWENTY-NINE
I PUT MY HANDS ON GREG’S KNEES, pushing up to stand. He was seated in the chair as I towered over him, but there was no doubt who was in charge. His gaze shifted to his lap, then drifted back up to meet my eyes, wordlessly ordering me to climb onto him.
My chest was tight. My heart rate kicked into high gear.
“Slowly,” he reminded as I draped a leg over his lap, straddling him. He wasn’t touching me, but was I allowed to touch him? I reached behind his head, gripping the chair back as I used my other hand to position him right at my entrance. I teased the tip of his cock against my damp skin, rolling the head of him over my swollen clit.
I wasn’t in command, but I felt so fucking powerful like this.
His eyes darkened until they were black holes. Did he know I was completely under his spell? I could show him. I began to lower down, one crucial inch at a time. I balanced on the balls of my feet, my thighs quaking as I slid onto him.
Our pleasure-soaked moans mingled together.
As I impaled myself all the way down to his base, I furiously gripped the back of the chair with both hands, my forearms pressed to his suit-covered chest. I gasped at the sensation of him inside me. Hard, and throbbing, and statue still.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Slow.”
It was in direct conflict with the voice in my head that demanded fast and brutal. I was shaking with need. It pounded incessantly through my body. The primal urge to find satisfaction was almost overpowering.
When I was fully seated on him, we both drew in a deep breath. I stared at him, desperate for his next command.
“Can you come like this?” I couldn’t tell if he said it out loud, or if it was a seductive voice I dreamed up. “From just the feel of me inside you?”
I let out a shuddering breath. It felt like heaven. Was it enough to get me there?