Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
The floor is suddenly pulling at me, the gravity of my need to kneel in front of him increasing, but I steel myself, determined not to let my excitement show beyond the presence of the bulge in my pants.
“Have you forgotten something?” I ask in as steady a voice as I can muster, but I can’t help glancing between his legs. He’s a beast. A fucking beast. He’s not afraid of me enough to stay soft, and his cock swings as he moves.
“Yeah. A kiss,” Dalton says in a teasing voice and leans my way, bringing with him the sharp aroma of cool mint, but I’m quick enough to evade him. Cocky bastard.
He’s like a dog with a bone and enough brain power to only keep one thought in his head at a time.
“Shower,” I remind him.
Dalton groans, but then turns and slips his socks off with his feet as he makes his way under the showerhead.
I’m confused when seeing him act so unselfconsciously makes my cock throb, and I try to distract myself by removing my clothes. But it’s impossible not to think about the size and strength of Dalton’s body when he’s right there, stretching under the rain shower, with streaks of water cascading over his muscular, inked form.
He is bigger than my toys, but I am not going to let that stop me.
“You a voyeur?” Dalton asks, lazily rubbing the dirty suds off his stomach. “I did once meet a guy who just wanted to watch me from behind my laundry basket.”
For a moment, all I can think about is falling asleep with my face buried in his groin. I’m annoyed by how easily he unsettles me with his sexual confidence. I’m in charge here, so I’ll change the subject whenever I wish.
“Your Grindr. It has a… large portfolio,” I say, pulling my belt out of the loops of my pants.
A shiver goes down my spine at the way his green eyes sharpen instantly. He gets lots of soap and scrubs it all over his body and head, but then gives his cock a few shameless pumps as he watches me undress.
“What can I say?” Dalton shrugs with a little smirk, as if he’s not afraid that his life is on the line. “I’ve got needs, and I get tested often, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m not worried. We test you all, in case of an accident during the hunt,” I say, feeling a pleasant ache in my chest when my words make him stall, even if for a brief moment. We’re wrestling for power without touching.
He’s not winning this match. I’ve trained in several martial arts since I was little. I also regularly jog and ride a horse. I am many things, but not undesirable. He should consider himself lucky for getting to have me, regardless of what the conditions are.
Dalton takes his hand off his half-hard cock to wash his hair, and it only makes him look more resplendent. He’s flexing for my viewing pleasure as soapy suds slide down his body with rivulets of water. He’s so densely tattooed I can’t comprehend the cacophony of pictures. A skull, a cross, boxing gloves, a tire, two fighting roosters, and so much more.
He raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Are you saying I’ll get to come inside you?” He shakes his head so abruptly some warm droplets reach me, and I distract myself by carefully removing my shoes and pants.
He was meant to flush with embarrassment, stuck for words, yet I’m the one hiding my face in the shadows and frantically thinking of a retort while the choking aroma of soap scented like sea breeze reaches my nose.
“I want a fuck, not a cream pie,” I say, hoping he interprets it as me being unconcerned, not nervous.
He comes out of the shower and approaches me while wet, instead of using a towel like any normal person. I’m not fully undressed yet. I’m not… ready.
“Okay,” Dalton says and runs his massive hand up my arm, making my hair bristle. Body heat rises from him like steam. “I just need to know, so I can give you that fuck of a lifetime.”
Before I know it, he slides his other hand down my back, and into my underwear. Fuck, he’s confident. I freeze when his fingers make my skin melt and a broken sound forces its way out of my mouth.
What the fuck was that?
“My expectations are quite high after reading all those messages. For your sake, I hope you’re as good as they claim,” I say and meet his gaze even though I’m still in my own damn socks, and he’s cupping my ass cheek. Fuck, his palm is so large he could probably hold them both in a pinch.
My heart thuds loudly, and I worry he might be able to hear it too, yet I remain defiant, looking straight into his eyes. I wasn’t bluffing about the poison. If he kills me, he’s dead too.