Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“No,” he growled, shaking his head and striding back towards me. “Don’t even think about hiding your body from me,” he purred. “Don’t ever hide that pussy from me.”
He kissed me, hugging me to his body and letting me feel the way his muscles enveloped me. I moaned, feeling my hard pink nipples drag over his muscled chest as his lips seared to mine. Slowly, he pulled back, nodding towards the steaming water. And even if my mind was still racing and trying to catch up with what in the world I was doing, I knew there wasn’t anything I’d say no to him for.
I stepped into the steamy, bubbly water, sighing as I slowly sank down into it. Aiden turned, moving to the vanity by the mirror and collecting some things. He walked back over carrying a silver tray, which hooked onto the edge of the deep porcelain tub. My eyes went wide as I glanced over the little bowl of white cream, the brush with a gold handle, and the sharp looking silver razor blade.
“Do you trust me, princess?” Aiden said quietly. He pulled a short stool over, sitting on it next to the tub. “If you don’t, we’ll end this now. I can find you another specialist to see who’ll work with you with more normal practices. But if you do—”
“I trust you,” I gasped quietly, holding his gaze.
“Good,” he growled, his lips millimeters from mine. “Then spread your legs, beautiful. Spread those perfect thighs for me.”
“Like this?”
I gasped as his hand slid into the water and pushed down between my legs. His fingers slid over my pussy, his powerful hand cupping me possessively between my legs.
“Just like that,” he growled, his finger stroking up between my lips and making me gasp.
“Now let me show you how good I can make this pretty pussy feel.”
Chapter Seven
Aiden
Natalie moaned as my fingers slipped between her soft, silken lips. The sound filled the room, making my blood run hotter and my cock strain at the front of my pants. Nothing had ever gotten me as hard as this girl, and the sweet sound of her pleasure lilting through the air only made my cock tremble and throb with raw need for her.
Her eyes locked on mine, hooded with lust, and her bottom lip caught between her teeth as my fingers stroked over her slit. I dragged my finger up, letting it roll over her hard little clit and making her whimper. Her hips arched like they had the day before, rocking to meet my hand like she needed me there.
Good, because between her legs was where I was going to be, always, from then on. Between those creamy, soft thighs is where I’d fucking live, as very happy man.
I eased a finger inside of her, making her cry out. I curled it deep, stroking the pad of my finger against her g-spot and making her whimper in pleasure. Even with the hot water surrounding us, I could feel how fucking wet she was, and how hot that little pussy was. Like the day before, there was a war raging inside of me: patience versus claiming what was mine.
Part of me wanted to tear my pants off, climb into that tub, push her knees up to her shoulders and fuck her brains out until I made her come for me. Part of me wanted to flip her onto her hands and knees, grab a handful of her hair and make her scream on my cock as her honey coated my balls.
But I held back, somehow. Those things would come, but first, she would.
First, I was going to take my fucking time with her. And when I made her come for the first time, I’d make it something she’d damn well never forget.
My fingers stroked her slippery, eager cunt, feeling her muscles grip me tight as she shuddered in pleasure. I knew I could make her come this way. I’d turned off my damn phone, locked my office door, and instructed my entire staff not to bother me short of the fucking building being on fire. I’d been close the day before, and with no distractions, making Natalie come for me would be easy.
But I was going to make her beg. I was going to have her ready to scream before I pushed her over that edge.
She was rocking against me, gasping and moaning, her hands gripping the sides of the tub tightly when I pulled away. She whimpered, her face falling as her eyes flickered open.
“Patience, princess,” I purred quietly. I reached past her to the white tile wall next to the tub and pulled down the smooth, wooden seat that hinged there.
“Here,” I nodded, growling. “Sit right here for me, beautiful.”
She nodded, swallowing thickly as she slowly stood from the sudsy water. She stepped aside, her perfect body dripping and glistening with steamy water. I groaned, watching the rivulets tease over her skin, dripping down between her legs. I pulled the seat the rest of the way down, and she sat, settling back against the backrest.