Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“I’m so sorry about Ben, baby,” he said again once they were in their room. Sitting her on the edge of the bed, he tugged off her shoes. “And I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. It was shitty of me not to answer the phone or call you back.”
“Why didn’t you? Don’t you want me anymore? Am I boring you now? Wait! Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”
Guilt stabbed him again. He’d made her doubt him, had made her question her own self-worth.
God, he really was a bastard. “You could never bore me, and yes, I definitely want you. I’ll always want you.”
“Prove it,” she dared, lying back.
“Oh no. Not right now. You’re wasted, and you need to sleep it off.” Not that he wasn’t absolutely desperate to have her.
“No, I don’t. I need you inside me.” She needed to know he still wanted her. Needed to feel secure in his desire for her again. But he shook his head as he neatly positioned her shoes on the shoe rack. Freak.
“I’ll prove it to you in the morning.”
It was sweet that he really thought she was so easily put off.
In a swift, fluid movement that Dante hadn’t seen coming, Jaime bolted upright, dropped to her knees in front of him, and unbuttoned his fly. “Whoa, baby, no.”
“No? Huh. Your body’s saying yes.” She licked the head of his hard, ready-to-go cock and blew on it.
Dante shuddered and bit back a groan. She hadn’t sucked him off yet, and he knew why: dominant females only did oral sex on their own terms. This, unfortunately, didn’t count. “No, Jaime, you’re drunk.”
“Objection, I’m tipsy.” She gave his cock a long lick from base to tip and smiled when it twitched against her lips.
He couldn’t let her do this, he couldn’t. It would be taking advantage of her while she was in this state. But, God, it would feel incredible, wouldn’t it? Those lips would feel amazing around his
—
Tapping into his infamous self-control, he backed away. “Not tonight.” The little witch followed him. He backed up again. She followed him again, this time reaching out and grabbing his cock—not so tight it hurt, but tight enough that it made him hesitate in trying to back away from her again.
“Stay, Popeye.”
He ground his teeth as she began working her soft hand up and down his length with a firm, sure grip. Forcing himself to ignore the pleasure and attempt to reason with her, he placed his hand over hers to still her movements. “Not tonight, not while you’re wasted.” As if he hadn’t spoken, she let her tongue flick out to circle the head of his cock. “Fuck.”
“Well we could fuck, but you don’t want to. So I’m thinking I’ll just give you a blow job instead.”
His eyes drifted shut as she licked him again, and he was so tempted to let the pleasure sweep him under. No. He drew in a deep breath to help clear his head, but instead was assaulted by the sweet scent of her arousal. That really didn’t help. Then she licked the slit, sweeping up the precome there. “Son of a bitch, Jaime, stop.” She didn’t. She took the head into her mouth and sucked hard, wrenching another loud groan from him. The heat of her mouth was unbelievable, but he couldn’t let her do this. He yanked on her hair, tugging her head back. “I said stop.” She looked up to see his lips set into a hard line and a burning resolve in his eyes—both of which told her not to disobey him. Snort. He should know her better than that by now. “I want to taste you.”
He groaned. What guy wouldn’t want to hear those words? And hearing them in that carnal voice while she was on her knees in front of him…It was his fantasy come to life, and he wanted it so badly. “If you still want to do it in the morning, I’m definitely game. But not right now. If I let you do it, you’ll be pissed with me when the alcohol’s out of your system.” He felt her go lax as her grip on him loosened, and she nodded. “Good girl.”
He released her hair and was about slip his hand under her arm to pull her to her feet when she surprised him by shooting forward and clamping those plush lips around his cock again. “Shit!
Jaime…Jaime, I’m not a saint.” She sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed as her head bopped up and down on him. “Jaime…” The witch sucked harder while at the same time massaging his balls with one hand. He shuddered when the head hit the back of her throat as she sucked him deeper. Worse, she grazed him lightly with her teeth just before he felt her throat contracting around him. Fuck it. He slid one hand to the back of her head and tangled it in her hair. “Harder. Oh yeah, baby, that’s it. God, that feels so good.”