Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
She throws her head back, smacking it into the wall. She closes her eyes and lets out a low hum. “That’s…yeah.”
“Eyes on me, baby girl,” I growl as I add a second finger to make her nice and full, just the way she’ll be when my cock is shoved deep inside of her. I crook my fingers, finding that special spot. At the same time, my thumb circles her engorged clit. “Your orgasms are mine. You look me in the eye when you come.”
She looks at me then, giving me a glimpse at that deep blue gaze. She’s the ocean and I could drown in her eyes. I’d never find my way to shore. Never want to. “There’s a good girl. Now come for me.”
My permission was exactly what she was waiting for. I know it by the way her cunt squeezes my fingers so tightly and the shuddering breath she lets out. Her whole body goes taut only to relax again. The soft smile she offers me is dreamy and damn, I feel like the only man in the world when she’s looking at me like that.
I pull my hand from her panties and keep my gaze on her face. I want her to see this, to know how long I’ve craved a taste of her sweet cream. I lick my fingers clean slowly, savoring every taste of her. Later, I’ll spread her out and fuck her with my tongue. But for now, I need inside of her before I come all over my pants like a teenage boy during his first time.
“On the bed,” I demand.
Wynter
When Derek tells me to get on the bed, I do it automatically. It’s like my body is synced to his. He could tell me to do anything in this moment, and I would. The way he issues commands in that gritty voice, how he calls me little one. He makes me want to obey. It’s more than attraction. I crave his approval and praise. I thought I was going to melt when he called me good girl.
“Like this?” I ask as I stretch out on my back. I’m still in my dress and my soaked panties. But I don’t dare move to take them off. I want him to be the one to do it. I want Derek’s big hands yanking off my dress and tearing away my panties. I want this sexy firefighter to do whatever he wants to my body.
“Panties off,” he grinds out.
I’m disappointed that he won’t be the one getting me naked, but I reach for my dress. I want to hear him call me his good girl again.
He shakes his head. “I said panties off.”
Despite years of working hard to love my body, every insecurity I’ve ever had comes rushing forward. He doesn’t want to see my curves. “Not the dress?”
A grin lights up his face and I realize how rare it is to see him happy. Derek is always scowling, and I like knowing that I’m the one who could make him smile.
“The dress works. Reminds me of a slutty fifties housewife.”
His crass words should probably offend me. But instead, they wrench a moan from my throat. I instantly have a mental image of coming home from work with him. I’d change into a dress just like this one, drop to my knees and satisfy my man. He’d thread his fingers through my hair as he came in my mouth then he’d pick me up and call me his good girl. He’d tell me he’s proud of me for swallowing and reward me for being his. The fantasy has me squeezing my thighs together.
He growls. “Panties off. Legs spread. Show me that cunt.”
I scramble to obey him, working my panties off. I wish I’d worn something prettier than these white cotton ones but judging from the look on his face, the last thing Derek is thinking about is the color of my underwear.
As soon as they’re off, I bunch up my dress around my hips and spread my thighs. A feeling of vulnerability washes over me, and I start to close my legs. But then Derek makes a noise. It doesn’t even sound human, and I realize that at some point, he stripped off his pants too.
He’s stroking his cock and it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. Even the one I saw in the dirty movie wasn’t that big. “Don’t worry,” he says as he rolls on a condom. “You’ll take my cock like a good girl, and you’ll like it too.”
I nod because this is Derek and I trust him. I trust him when we’re on the job and he’s issuing orders. I trust him when we’re alone in his room and he’s insisting that I’ll take his cock.
He joins me on the bed, hovering over me. This close, I can see the flecks of gold in his brown gaze. Something flickers across his face and if I didn’t know better, I’d think he loves me. But that’s impossible. We barely know each other outside of work and even when we are working, he’s growling at me. The same as he does everyone else.