Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
She could be right. If I am, I’m addicted to her. It’s not my fault she’s so damn irresistible.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes go wide when I grab her wrists and quickly bind them together. She tries to get away, but it’s a waste of effort.
“You think I’ve never roped anything more challenging than you?” I ask with a laugh.
“Okay, you’re proving your point. You are very good at this cowboy stuff.” She tries to loosen the rope around her wrists, but that’s a waste of time.
“Now, I’m going to tie your wrists and ankles together,” I explain.
“Don’t!”
“All right. I’ll do this instead.” Using the end of the rope dangling from her wrists, I wrap it around the closest bedpost and cinch it tight. “There. You’re not going anywhere.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, sharply. She’s dangling on the edge between excitement and fear. I would swear I see her pulse jumping in her neck as she watches me round the foot of the bed, eyes glued to me. “You had your fun. Now it’s over.”
“The night is young.” I go to the door, closing it softly. The housekeeper is around here somewhere, and though she should probably be in her room at the other end of the house by now, I don’t feel like having an audience. Knowing my luck, she’ll walk in with fresh towels or some shit.
“Kade, I’m serious.”
“I know. So am I.” Taking her by the ankles, I lift them in the air to expose the curve of her ass before giving it a good slap. “You’re also at my mercy.”
“Ha, ha. Seriously,” she whispers, tugging at the rope. I’m not a fool. She’s not trying very hard. I’ve heard her voice when it’s fiery, and she’s not really fighting me. She’s playing a role.
It takes nothing to flip her over, to pull her hips up until her ass is in the air. “Now, are you gonna behave yourself, or do I have to punish you?”
“How about I kick you in the balls?” The comforter muffles her voice before she works herself up on her elbows so she can throw me a dark look over her shoulder.
“Then you’ll know what true punishment is.” This time, she gets a real slap that makes her ass jiggle while she yelps. I don’t know whether it’s from pain or surprise.
“Try to see what happens.” I can’t take my eyes off this feast in front of me. This luscious ass, the wide hips, begging to be touched and stroked and gripped. I slide a hand over one of her cheeks and press my fingers into the firm flesh. “Did you really not expect this to happen? Wearing these leggings, getting me hard?”
“Anything gets you hard.”
Right, and she’s the one moaning when I stroke her pussy lips through the thin fabric. “You always enjoy yourself in the end.”
With a quick tug, I pull the leggings down to her knees, then drag my fingers over her skin. “Like you are right now,” I point out, dropping to my knees behind her and slowly, so slowly, inching a pair of lacy panties over her hips.
“Mmm, Kade,” she sighs. So much for resisting.
“I can smell you.” And the smell makes me hungry, starving for the feast in front of me. Her smooth, plump lips glisten—I part them with my fingers and watch as more of her juices ooze from her hole. She whimpers when I rub the scruff of my cheeks against the back of her thigh, tantalizing myself with her scent, tantalizing her with my touch. “You know, there were times I would eat your pussy and not wash my face so that I could go to sleep and smell you on me.” I lick her skin with the flat of my tongue, and she moans, pushing back against me, giving me more of her. She came around pretty damn fast, not like I didn’t know she would.
Now, I stroke her lips with the tip of my tongue, promising everything but delivering nothing, keeping away from her core until she whimpers and whines. “You’re killing me,” she groans, pulling on the ropes, growling her frustration.
“Don’t you know it’s always better to build the anticipation?” The thing is, I’m torturing myself, too. My cock will break my zipper if it gets any harder, and this isn’t exactly comfortable.
It doesn’t take long until she’s panting while I come dangerously close to dipping between her lips, always holding back, promising relief, but only making her writhe and moan my name until she’s practically dripping for me.
Fuck it. I’ve waited long enough.
She gasps, pressing her face against the bed when I shove my tongue deep into her juicy, pink slit. Her taste unlocks something feral in me, making me take her by the hips and hold her still so I can feed on her.