Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
But now she had to.
I opened the door and spotted her on her knees near the bed—exactly where I wanted her. I took another deep breath and shut the door behind me, feeling the heat sear my skin so deeply that it burned. My hard cock pressed against my slacks, eager to break free.
Her hands rested on her lap, and she wore a black dress, something she must have found in the closet. Black heels were on her feet, and her hair was done in lustrous curls. Her makeup was heavy and amplified the natural beauty of her eyes.
She was gorgeous.
I poured myself a glass of scotch and took a seat in the armchair. I stared at her, feeling victorious like a king who’d just conquered a city. I placed the glass against my lips and swallowed the cool liquid, looking at my prize on the floor.
She stared at me without an expression, waiting for further instruction.
I let the victory linger, enjoying the sight of her on her knees on the floor. The position was uncomfortable for her legs as well as her back, but she remained that way out of obedience. I conquered this woman completely and utterly—finally. I wanted to savor the moment as much as possible. “Lovely?”
She locked her eyes on mine and cleared her throat. “Yes, sir?”
Fuck.
I was gonna come just from listening to her.
I took another drink of my scotch to edge myself, feeling my cock twitch inside my pants.
After I let the amber liquid move to my stomach, I set the glass on the armrest. “Up.”
She did as I asked, rising to her feet and standing in the black heels. The dress hugged her features perfectly, showing her hourglass shape. Her cleavage was noticeable in the front, and her long legs stretched on for days. “Strip—slowly.” With one hand, I undid my tie and let the pieces of silk drape down my chest. “Leave the heels on.”
A moment of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but the look was sexy. Every time she struggled, it just reminded me how much she had to force herself to behave. She moved her hands behind her back and undid the zipper slowly, dropping her gaze.
“Eyes on me, Lovely.”
She looked at me, her fingers pulling the zipper to the very bottom. The fabric around her shoulders came loose and sunk down her petite frame, revealing a black lace bra against her pale skin.
She pulled the dress over her hips and down her legs, letting it fall to her ankles. She kicked the fabric aside, left only in her heels and underwear.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
I brought the glass to my lips again even though I wasn’t thirsty.
She stepped closer to me, her heels echoing against the hardwood as she came forward. She undid the clasp of her bra and let the strap come loose. It slowly inched down her body until she tossed it aside.
Her tits were beautiful—like always.
I stared at their firmness and roundness. They were slightly big in proportion to her size—and so goddamn perky. I remembered the way her nipples felt in my mouth, absolutely exquisite.
She moved to the black thong next, fingering the lace before she pulled it over her hips and ass and down her legs. She pulled it to her ankles and kicked it away, raising one heel when a piece of the lace got stuck to it.
She was all woman—and all curves. I stared at her navel and then the nub between her legs, appreciating the lack of hair from her perfectly manicured pussy. Her wide hips led to a slender waistline, and then to those gorgeous, eye-popping tits. I could see the hollow of her throat, a piece of her body that would be infected by my kisses soon enough.
“Play with your tits.” My voice grew darker the longer I sat there, the longer my cock wanted to explode. My dominance grew deeper, more powerful. I wanted to shatter the glass in my hand because I was so high in the goddamn clouds.
She hesitated again, like she didn’t know what I was asking.
“Touch yourself, Lovely.” I could make this woman do anything I wanted, and watching her pleasure herself sounded appealing.
She ran her hands underneath her tits then cupped them, her soft skin sliding over the swell of her breasts. She massaged them, looking awkward in the beginning. But the more she explored herself, the more she enjoyed it. I was watching her own self-discovery, watching her understand her body more.
One hand slid between her legs and found her nub. She rubbed her clit slowly, taking a deep breath at initial contact. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, her hair shifting slightly.
Fuck, I wanted to come.
I stopped drinking my scotch and focused on her instead, on this voluptuous woman at my beck and call.