Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
She didn’t see it that way, and her cheeks darkened as she tried to knee me in the junk. “Get off me!”
I cupped her skull and easily pinned her against the fragrant wood, the softness of her curls distracting me for a moment. “You have the most beautiful hair.”
“What?” She stared up at me like I’d lost my mind, and maybe I had. “Get off me. If this is your form of an apology, it really sucks.”
I lowered my face, holding her still so I could rub my nose along hers. The sparks igniting between us as the air grew heavy with pressure reminded me of the feeling before a storm hit. A small tremble went through her, and her breathing picked up, crushing her big tits to my chest and making me inwardly groan.
“You’re right. Let me make it up to you.”
The breathy tone of her voice drove me crazy. “By what, mauling me?”
“Mmmm, I’d love to maul you, but you’re not ready for that yet.”
More useless struggles on her part, along with a huff of annoyance as I squeezed her gently. “You have lost your damn mind.”
“Oh, sweet baby, that’s where you’re so wrong. I’ve never been more present, sane, and sure of anything in my life as I am of you.”
I went in to steal a kiss, but she snapped at me with her sharp little teeth. If my reflexes hadn’t been so good, if I hadn’t known somehow on a gut level she’d try to fight me, I’d be on the way to the ER right now to reattach my lip. Instead, I pressed my hands to her jaw and held her still, her pissed off snarl only arousing me further. I liked having to tame her, to immerse myself in her reaction and try to win her compliance. She was stubborn, but as I gently kissed her lips she eventually went from fighting to a reluctant hum of desire as she began to kiss me back. Her small hands trailed up my body, rubbing and caressing me, playing with the indentations of my shoulder muscles.
I was a slave to her caress, to her will, and I finally got to experience the mind-numbing pleasure of kissing a woman I actually cared about. Deeply. Euphoria suffused me, and I reveled in the endorphin high I got from feeling her body pressed against mine. I’d missed this, the touch of a woman, but I’d kept my last few bed partners tied up most of the time.
Oddly enough, the constant burn of temper just waiting to flare to life had been banked to ashes. I was calm in a way I’d never experienced before. Content, like I finally held the proverbial brass ring in my hands, the prize I’d been working for without even knowing it. Shit, holding Joy in my arms was like capturing sunshine, warmth, and everything good about the world. I’d never felt any emotions like this profound connection that I couldn’t explain to a woman who barely knew me. I didn’t know if it was love that I felt for Joy, but whatever it was, it felt so damn good, so perfect, that I didn’t want it to end.
In the past, I would have taken Joy right into my bed, but she deserved better. I needed to show her how serious I was about her, seduce her, and take my time. Show her how special she was, how I could treat her right. We were going to be together forever, so there was no need to rush her, but I wanted to make it clear she was mine now. I admit, in the past I’d been a dick to some women. The last few submissives I’d been with, I didn’t even fuck, preferring to only empty myself in their mouths or asses.
The thought of fathering a child with any of my previous sex partners made me shudder.
But Joy…she was different. The thought of getting her pregnant had me so hard, I was going to cum in my pants if I didn’t slow this down. Her pussy was so warm, and I knew sinking into her tight little body would be bliss. I’d have to stretch her out, work into her, but I couldn’t wait to fill her up with my seed and watch it to take root. She was currently on birth control—thanks to my observation, I knew she was protected—but I hoped I could talk her into ditching her birth control after we were properly married.
Pressed as close to her as I was, I could feel the thunder of her heart against mine, our pulses racing as our breathing picked up. Though her lips were curled in disdain, her small hands were clutched to my sides, holding me in a death grip. I’m not even sure if she was aware of how she was now slowly rubbing against me, her every breath betraying the desire flowing through her. I’d bet if I slipped my fingers between her legs and gave that big clit of hers a pinch, she’d gush for me.