Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
If I let him touch me, I’m going to end up on his cock. I’ll regret it in the morning, but the need will be too much to deny tonight. It will override what little common sense I have left. Even now, my mind is doing backflips to justify giving him exactly what he wants. What we both want.
I . . . can’t do it.
“No,” I finally manage. But I arch my back and give him better access to my nipple. He sucks me hard, drawing forth another whimper and an answering pulse in my pussy. Fuck, but I need him. I should be sated after that orgasm—two orgasms, really. Instead, my desire burns hotter.
I have to do something to get control of the situation, or I’m going to end up riding his cock. My body tightens at the thought. That’s what gets me moving. I slide off his lap and shimmy backward into the bathtub. I’d like to pretend that I intentionally submerge myself, but the truth is that my body isn’t quite working as well as I’d like it to. When I resurface, Bram is staring at me as if he wants to devour me whole.
I want that. I want that far too desperately.
Which is why I need to stay in the tub, and he needs to stay out of it.
I shift to the edge and wrap my hands around the back of his knees. “Come here.” I couldn’t move him if I wanted to, but he wastes no time scooting to the edge. I end up between his thick thighs with his outstanding cock at chest level. And it is outstanding. I got a glimpse of it before, but I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things correctly. Turns out I was right. There are ridges along his length.
I skate my fingers over his thighs to his hips. “I’m going to suck your cock now. Be good and hold perfectly still. If you want me to stop, say stop.” He’s big. Really big. Big enough that there’s a little scattering of fear through my lust. It heightens the sensation, but the truth is that I don’t know if I can take him. Certainly not with abandon—not if I want to walk the next day. And if he lost control and fucked my mouth . . . Best not to let that happen.
I can’t help touching him, though. I wrap my fist around his cock as much as I’m able to and pump slowly, letting myself imagine how those subtle ridges will feel inside me. Good. Better than good. I can’t fucking wait. I reach the crown of his cock and squeeze. A drop of pre-come is my reward.
“Grace. Please.” His voice is so rough, it sounds like someone is strangling him.
I like it when he begs. I’ve never really experimented with kink, though I’m more than passingly familiar thanks to the reading I’ve done on the subject. I never could’ve anticipated the thrill his submission gives me. I squeeze his cock again. “Please, what?”
He growls deeply enough that I swear I feel my bones vibrate. “If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to come before you even get your mouth on me.”
I both want that and don’t want that. There’s a part of me that desires drawing this out until we’re both too exhausted to go on. An equally strong part wants to see if I can actually make him come just from teasing. The fact that I affect him just as deeply as he affects me is a comfort.
I hold his gaze as I lean down and lick the pre-come from his slit. His eyes slide shut, and another growl emerges from his lips. I want to hear—no, feel—him make that sound when he’s inside me. But not tonight.
“You made me come so hard.” I lick his cock again. “It’s making me feel particularly generous. So I’ll give you a choice.”
“What choice?”
“I’ll let you choose where you come.” His eyes fly open in shock, and I have to muscle down my smile. “My lips.” I drift them over his cock. “My throat.” I guide his cock to my throat and drag it down the center. “Or my breasts.” I rise out of the water enough to rub his cock along first one nipple and then the other.
Bram is breathing so hard, his chest heaves with every inhale. The veins stand out on his arms, and I honestly can’t tell if he’s trying to break free of his bindings or fighting against the urge to snap them. Each exhale carries more rough growls. “You’re a menace, woman.”
“Only mostly.” I don’t stop rubbing his cock over my breasts. It’s such a light touch, and yet I can feel my heartbeat in my nipples and pussy. I’m playing a dangerous game. We both are. “Choose.”