Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
His filthy words send a shiver through me. He’s so damn sexy when he talks like that in his deep, growling tone. It makes me want to be his in every way and even though I didn’t plan on losing my virginity this way, I can’t say that I’ll regret it. No, this growling cowboy is going to give it to me good. That’s something I already know.
“Now ask me to take care of that ache between those sweet little thighs of yours.” He nips at my throat, just enough to let me feel his teeth against it. It feels primal and wild and so damn sexy when he does that.
I try to move my hands, wanting desperately to touch him. But he still has them cuffed together and he’s not relinquishing his hold. “Beg. Me.”
Liquid heat gushes into my panties at his stern tone. He wasn’t lying when he said he makes the rules. But the thing about it is that I want this. I want to beg him. I want to say or do whatever it takes to the man that’s staring down at me with such an intense look on his face, like he’ll die if he doesn’t get to give me an orgasm soon.
“Please touch me,” I finally murmur.
“Touch you where?” He barks out the words, his own body language telling me he’s feeling the same tension and chemistry between us that I am.
“Touch my pussy,” I stumble a little over the words. I’ve read romance novels and even watched a couple of porn movies. But I never thought that people actually talked that way during sex. I thought it was just some silly fantasy thing. Now I get it though. Because telling this man what I want feels empowering and freeing.
“Good girl.” He kisses me and this kiss is different than his first. This one is rough and commanding. He demands entry to my mouth this time instead of coaxing me. He cups my head with the back of his hand and it’s only when we’re both barely breathing that he finally stops kissing me. His voice is laced with need when he says, “Fingers or tongue?”
I blink, not sure what he means. I’m still too lost in the haze of that kiss. The man’s lips are a drug, and I could stay high on him forever.
“Make your decision. What do you want touching your pretty cunt? My fingers or my tongue?”
3
JOURNEY
I whimper when he says the word tongue. I’ve heard it’s the best feeling in the world, even better than touching yourself.
“Tongue, it is then.” He finally unclasps my wrists and there’s a red circle in the shape of his thumb where he was holding them together so tightly. I like the little reminder that he was holding me captive. Would he be that dominant if we were in bed together? I hope I get the chance to find out.
“Keep your hands on the counter.” He reaches for the waistband of my shorts and unbuttons them. “These are too damn small. I’ll spank you if you ever wear them again for showing off your beautiful ass to all the horny men in here.”
Wow, the image of being over his knee is doing something funny to my insides. It’s making me long for something I’ve heard about but never thought I’d experience. “There’s only one man whose attention I want tonight.”
He grabs my chin and tips my face up. His touch is firm and unyielding, just like the man himself. “I’m going to eat you out then fuck you until you can’t walk. If you don’t want that, now’s your chance to run, darlin’.”
My stomach tightens and all I want is exactly what he promised. He’s wild and untamed and passionate and something tells me our night together will be exactly like that. “I want to be fucked. Hard.”
I’m worried I sound like an actress in a second-rate porno but if he thinks that, it never shows on his face. His jaw tightens and his gaze grows even more heated. Without another word, he yanks on my shorts and panties roughly. He jerks them down my thighs and puts them on the counter beside me.
He drops to his knees then and I think he’s going to reach for my red cowgirl boots, the ones I found on sale last week. But he doesn’t. Instead he swings my legs over his shoulders and grips my hips. He pulls me to the edge of the counter.
“Spread these thighs wide. Let me see the cunt I can smell dripping for me.”
I do like he said, too turned on to be embarrassed at this point.
The moment he sees my glistening pink flesh, he leans forward and licks me. I squirm at the otherworldly sensation. I had no idea it could feel this good or amazing.