Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“I haven’t done doggy before. Care to indulge a girl?”
See, perfect. Always happy to ask for what she wants. It’s one of the many things I love about her. And there are a lot of things.
“You aren’t sore?” I ask, reaching around to slide my hand between her thighs. She opens her legs slightly, and she’s already wet.
“A good type of sore, but always ready to play,” she teases. I remove my hand, flick the sheet away, and climb off the bed. Dragging her over to me, I turn her around so she’s now on her hands and knees.
“Feet on the floor, hands flat on the bed,” I order.
She slides off and does what I say. I step back and admire the view. And what a spectacular view it is. Walking to my closet, I find one of my many toys. I haven’t used this one yet and bought it with her in mind. She loves clit stimulation, and this one is the perfect toy for that. It sucks the clit if you hold it there.
I wrap her hair around my hand and push her farther down, her ass tilting higher into the air. My other hand snakes around her waist to her clit. I turn the device on, and instantly she jumps, but I have hold of her hair, keeping her locked in place.
“Oh my God, what is that?”
I ignore her question and tell her to spread her legs wider. She does as I say and goes to move her hands, and I pull on her hair. “Keep your hands on the bed.” She listens and moans as the vibration picks up. I pull it away and position my cock at her entrance. Honey pushes back, wanting it, and I slide in slowly. Just before I push all the way in, I bring the toy back to its spot, and she groans loudly. Using my grip on her hair as leverage, I slide in and out of her perfect fucking pussy, and straightaway I feel her starting to come. Her pussy milks my cock, and I fucking love it. She loves it.
I’ll have to remember to ask her after we experiment with all the toys which ones she loves the most.
“Oh God, fuck! Dawson.” Her head falls to the bed as I let her hair go. I grip her hips as I fuck her, and my thumb slides over her ass and straight into her asshole. She gasps and looks back over her shoulder, biting her lip.
“In due time, this ass will be mine too,” I tell her because I can see how much she loves that too.
“You can have it all,” she says breathlessly.
I fist her hair again and pull it back, a smile immediately lighting her face. “Be careful what you offer.”
She fucks herself on me, the slapping noise echoing through the room as I grunt. Fuck, I will never have enough of her. Her hands fist the sheets as she moans my name, and I know she’s close to the edge.
I flick the toy to the next level, and her entire body convulses. Fuck. In two more thrusts, I grunt and blow into her, her pulsing pussy milking every drop as she loses the strength in her arms. I let go of her hair as she tumbles to the bed, her hips still angled high and gliding back and forth slowly.
“Wow, I really like that position,” she says through a heavy breath.
I glide my hand up her back, over her neck, and around to her throat. She purrs at the touch as I kiss her shoulder.
“Your wish is my command,” I say as I pull out of her.
She giggles as I yank her ankle, then throw her over my shoulder and stride toward the shower. I turn the faucet and wait for it to heat as I look at the mirror. She’s watching me with a heated stare. I beam a smile and slap her ass hard. She squeals and bites her lip as I lower her to her feet. I push back her hair as she traces the lines of my chest tattoo.
Perfect. So fucking perfect.
“What do you say to us giving this a go?” I ask.
Her silver-flecked gaze reaches mine, and her head drops to the side, confused. I love it when she looks at me like that—innocence and curiosity.
“What do you mean?”
“You asked me yesterday what we are. There’s no way I’m fucking letting you go now.”
She bites her lip. “Are you going to make me sign a contract?”
I let out a heated laugh as I dip my head to kiss her. The kiss is tender and sweet.
“No contract. But I worry,” I admit. “Because if you say yes, Honey, I’m a selfish man, and I won’t let anyone else touch you. I don’t want you feeling like I’m your only experience.”