Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“Master, please.” She couldn’t stop the words from rolling out of her mouth. Her body was taut, aching, needy. If he didn’t send her over the edge soon, she wasn’t sure what she would do. “Joshua, please.”
“This pleases Joshua quite a bit,” he said, dragging his tongue over her labia. “Much more than I would have thought. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I went down on someone?”
Through the haze she heard him, but she was way past caring. “Please. I can’t stand it. I need to come. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I begged?”
She didn’t beg, but she would for this. It was too overwhelming. She needed there to be closure.
His head came up and his eyes focused on hers. “You don’t have to beg. I thought a lot about this last night. I want to take the contract seriously. You don’t have to beg me. I want to give this to you. I want you to ask and I’ll give. You protect me, I take care of you. Let me show you what I mean.”
His hand moved and suddenly she felt his fingers invade, entering and stretching her. He curled those big fingers deep inside her as he leaned over and sucked her clitoris into his mouth.
The orgasm slammed into her, stealing her breath and a good portion of her will. He kept it up for a few moments, licking and nuzzling her as the aftershocks hit.
“Kay?”
She opened her eyes, the world a bit hazy, and he was staring up at her with desperate expectation in his eyes.
He was asking? She’d given him permission, but he seemed to need more today.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He was up on his feet, shoving his pajama bottoms down and rolling a condom on his massive erection. He’d come prepared. She had to wonder how long he’d stood outside the door before he’d knocked. How long had he sat up the night before thinking about what had gone wrong and how he could fix it? He was a mystery, but it didn’t matter because all she cared about in that moment was feeling him inside her again.
She waited for him to roll her over, but he was all about the unexpected this morning. He stepped between her legs and positioned his cock, rubbing it all around and getting it good and wet before entering her in one long, hard thrust. He kept nothing back, didn’t give her a moment to get used to the feel. He simply started fucking her. This was his time. He’d given to her and now it was his time to take, and she was all for that.
The man could fuck like a god. Two thrusts in and she was lifting up to meet him, wanting so desperately to find that place that only he could seem to take her to. Since she’d come back to the civilian world there hadn’t been a ton of sex, and what she’d had proved frustrating at best, disappointing at worst. But this…this was transcendent.
He took her out of herself and lifted her to a place where all that mattered was the next sensation, where her body was more than a tool to be used. It was an instrument of pleasure and connection.
It was a gift.
He stared down at her as he thrust in and pulled out. She was entirely at his mercy. If he moved away from her, she would likely fall off the bed. He was the only thing holding her up and keeping her safe.
“Tell me you like this,” he demanded, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper.
“I love this, Joshua,” she replied. “Your cock, that is. Your cock is the best I’ve ever had, and I wouldn’t lie about that. Please keep fucking me.”
He held her hips and her legs wound around him as he drove into her, making the bed move. If it bothered him, he didn’t show it. He simply moved with the bed until it hit the wall on the other side and couldn’t move any further. “Your wish…”
He picked up the pace and sent her over the edge again, a bomb going off inside her body. She clutched him, his strong arms the only thing real and solid in the world.
“I’m going to have to break that whole your wish thing now,” he said with a smile that was so boyishly handsome it damn near made her heart break. “Can’t keep fucking you. Feels too good. Damn, it feels so good. Hasn’t felt this good in forever.”
She was fairly certain that she’d never once felt this good about her body. She’d craved sex, needed it, but that had been a bodily function. This was luxury. The difference between flying coach and a personal luxury jet with all the amenities.