Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Though some would endure the pain just for the chance to say they’re the woman of one of the wealthiest men in the world. I wanted someone who could actually take my cock for longer than a few days or weeks before finally calling it quits.
Maybe that was part of the problem. Since my seventeenth birthday when my cock had grown to its current size, finding women willing to take me has been a trial.
For some reason, I had the strong suspicion that the woman sitting across from me, looking at me so daringly, just might be the first to conquer my rod. I can’t wait to find out.
She finally broke the spell and looked out the window again, empty glass long forgotten in her hand. I had the presence of mind to take it from her listless fingers before she dropped it.
She cleared her throat and moved around on her seat. I could’ve told her that it wouldn’t work. If she was feeling any of what I was, then the only thing that was going to ease that itch was a couple hours in bed under me, over me, in front of me...
It's funny, but when I look at her, I don't see her size or I imagine any of the things others might see when they look at her. All I see is that light in her eyes, that confident tilt of her head and an honesty that showed not just in her words, but also in her body language.
I saw with a quick glance at my watch that we were going to be at least another half an hour in the back of the car. "Come here, Stephanie." She shook her head no and I ended up having to drag her to the edge of the seat.
I trapped her legs between mine and held her hands in mine. I didn’t look up at her face as I traced circles in her palm with my thumb. I could feel the tension in her thighs as they rested against mine and used that to measure her pleasure threshold.
"Do you want me to stop?" She was breathing with her mouth open and a glaze was already starting to form in her eyes. She nodded her head wordlessly but made no move to retract her hand.
“No!” Ah there it is, there was a definite jump in her pulse. I felt it in her wrist that time as well as seeing the evidence in the pulse in her throat.
I leaned in and licked that pulse now before sinking my teeth into the flesh of her neck right where her pulse now beat wildly. Her skin tasted like spring, and her scent...
It wasn’t the usual expensive poison that so many women were fond of. This scent was earthy, more full-bodied. More reminiscent of a Moroccan oil than the diluted drivel found in any upscale boutique in the city.
My cock grew even harder at the scent and feel of her, and I was so tempted to devour, to slate at least part of the lust that had been awakened in me.
But I restrained myself. Instead I licked the place where I’d marked her and listened to her wild breathing, and felt the shaking in her hands and legs.
I didn't kid myself that I had her completely under my control, not yet. But I had no doubt that I could and would have her before the night was over.
I eased back and away from her when her breathing became even more labored and her pulse raced faster. She seemed ready to bolt but I’d already surmised that she wouldn’t and she didn’t disappoint.
She was a fighter, one of those females who didn’t believe in backing down. I was sure she’d already decided that she was safe enough with me.
And now she was going to prove to me, that she could withstand my attentions and not give in to her lust, and mine. I bet she was thinking that she could call a halt at any time she so wished, that she would maintain control over her senses and be able to thwart me.
That’s a bet I was willing to take. For the first time in a very long while I was looking forward to taking someone to my bed. And if I have to break down her walls so much the better.
Right now there was a look in her eye. One of indecision and intrigue. She was wondering about me just as much as I was her. Wondering and hoping maybe.
Jonas
My blood heated and sang as I felt a new kind of excitement come awake in my gut. It had been some time since I’ve felt this way about anything outside of a business venture and I welcomed the feeling, and whatever she might have in store for me.