Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 52183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Buy why?” she asks. “You don’t like getting blow jobs?”
“It’s not about what I don’t like. It’s about what I do like.” I kiss her earlobe, then her jaw. “And what I like is pleasing you, every time.”
“I like pleasing you, too, though.” She runs a hand over my hair. “At least, I would if you’d let me.”
“Outside of sex, you can make all the decisions. Whether we go out or stay in, what we get for dinner…anything. But when it comes to sex, I want to do things my way. And I promise you’ll love it.”
Molly leans her face back a couple inches, looking into my eyes. “What’s your way?”
“Like I said, it’s about pleasing you. The way I did the other night.”
“So…oral for me but not for you?”
I grin. “I get off on fucking you. That’s all I want for myself.”
“Would you like it if I were on top?”
My smile fades. I was hoping to just show her what I meant, not have a serious conversation.
“No,” I say. “I like being in control.”
“Like you were the other night, when you held my hands.”
“Right. And that was really fucking good for both of us, wasn’t it?”
A smile plays on her lips, but then she frowns. “Yes. But when you say you like to be in control, what does that mean? Are you working up to tying me to the bed with a ball gag in my mouth?”
I shrug. “I wasn’t planning on it, but if you want me to—”
“No.” She furrows her brow. “But I don’t understand why you’re turning down a blow job. Is it because you don’t think I’ll be good at it?”
“Not at all, Molly. I’ve always been this way.”
Her expression is incredulous. “But you have gotten blow jobs before, right?”
I press my lips into a thin line. “What is this? Why are you interrogating me? Are you going to tell me everything you’ve done with past partners?”
“If you ask me questions, then yes, I’ll answer them,” she says softly. “And there’s only been one other man.”
“Your ex?”
She nods.
“Look, can we not overthink this?” I ask, aggravated. “The other night, when we just let things happen, it was amazing, right?”
“Yes.”
I cup her face in my hands. “Then let’s keep doing that.”
“I thought that’s what I was doing.”
She looks uncomfortable, and I silently curse myself for being the way I am. It probably feels like I’m shutting down her advances, and that’s not what any of this is about.
“Molly,” I say softly. “I really like you. A lot. I want us to do this right. I want sex to be about what’s comfortable for both of us, not what you feel like you’re supposed to do to reciprocate what I do for you. Can’t we just throw the rule book out the window and make our own?”
“I guess we can,” she says, biting her lower lip. “What rules would you put in it?”
I cup her face in my hands and kiss her slowly. “I’m in charge. In charge of showing you what you do to me and how fucking incredible I can make you feel.”
“That’s a good rule,” she murmurs.
“Turn around,” I order, stepping back and turning her shoulders so she’s facing the island. “Put your palms on the counter.”
She complies, and I groan with satisfaction as I unbutton her top, sliding my hands around to unfasten her bra. When I move my hands to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, she gives me a ragged moan of pleasure.
“I fantasize about you constantly,” I whisper in her ear. “I can hardly even think about anything else.”
I unfasten her pants and tug them down, along with her panties, too. When she reaches down to pull her pants off her ankle, I take her hand and put it back on the counter.
“Your hands stay here,” I remind her.
Bending down, I help her step out of her pants and panties and then I toss them aside. Her smooth, round ass is right at eye level, and I kiss one cheek as I run both hands up from her ankle to her thighs, and she exhales hard in response.
Standing up, I lean down and speak in her ear. “Spread your feet apart wider for me.”
She does, and my cock pulses with desire as I look at her. I run my hand up her inner thigh, and she inhales sharply as my thumb brushes over the soft, dark curls between her legs.
“Oh my God,” she murmurs as my fingers slide over the crease of her pussy.
Her slick heat coats my fingers as I play with her, the sounds she’s making driving me fucking crazy. I stroke her clit and ease two fingers inside her, making sure to keep her from getting too close to orgasm.
When I move my wet fingertips around to her ass, just rubbing them around her rim, she cries out in a mix of shock and arousal.