Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Toes?” I giggle. He nods as he starts to slowly unbutton my top as his mouth follows his hands. First one nipple in his mouth and then the other. He grabs my other breast roughly in his hand and pulls my top open to his searing gaze.
“I can’t get enough of your body.” He cracks his neck. From the lounge room his phone beeps a text. “Fuck off,” he whispers into my stomach at his phone. I smile up at the ceiling like an idiot and then it beeps again. He growls and keeps sucking on my breast, his hand sliding down my pajama bottoms. “These are going in the fucking garbage.” He smiles.
“OK. I will buy a onesie.”
He lifts his head to look at me and frowns.
“I forbid it,” he snaps, and I giggle. His phone beeps again. “Just fuck off,” he whispers at his phone again into my stomach.
“Baby, go and switch it off. It’s annoying me,” I whisper as I raise my hips to meet his hip roll, my eyes half closed with desire. He gets up and switches the side lamp on and I wince under the light. “Why are you turning that on?”
“Because I want to watch you come.” He kisses me again chastely and saunters naked out of the room to get his phone. I lie on my back with my shirt open, smiling at the ceiling. I’m aching for him. I need to orgasm like…now, hurry the hell up. I’ve been aroused since Saturday when he was dirty texting me. What’s he doing? I can hear him on the phone, and I sit up to listen.
“I don’t care…. No, I just talked to her about that. Just tell Mother I am with Natasha and I won’t be home anytime soon.” He goes silent as he listens. “I don’t give a flying fuck. She can like it or lump it. Cam, I mean it.” He listens again. “No, of course not.” Shit, he told his mother that he was with me. I jump out of bed and start to shake my hands, a bad habit when I’m stressed. “I have just spoken to Tash and we are going to try and make a go of it.” I jump up and down excitedly like a little kid, holy shit is this really happening? “Tell her what you want. I don’t care, see you tomorrow.” He hangs up and I dive back into bed so I can pretend I didn’t hear the conversation he just had. My heart rate is thumping in my chest as excitement pulses through me. He is so getting laid tonight. My arousal just hit an all-time high. I lie on my back with my legs bent at my knees and the blankets pooled around my waist trying to calm my breathing and wipe the stupid smile off my face. He slowly walks into the bedroom and stands at the end of the bed, unashamedly naked. His dominant stance doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s taking no prisoners tonight and a rush of cream once again rushes to my core as I anticipate the pleasure he is about to bestow on me. With hooded eyes he takes his long length in his hand and gently starts to stroke himself while watching me, his jaw slackening with the contact. I sit up and watch as my legs involuntarily fall open onto the bed. He is just so fucking hot. He puts one of his feet up onto the bed and continues to stroke himself heavily as my arousal starts to pump in my ears.
“Here’s the thing, precious,” he huskily whispers. “I don’t want to have I-missed-you sex tonight.”
I frown. “You don’t?” I whisper, puzzled.
“No.” He shakes his head as the strokes get stronger and the muscles in his shoulder flex at the contact. I would pay good money to watch him pull himself to orgasm. This is off-the-charts arousing. “I don’t want to have make-up sex tonight.” I swallow as my eyes flick to the visual in the mirror behind him to see this Adonis from the rear angle. His whole back is flexing as he jerks his hand with such velocity. My mouth goes dry. “I don’t want I-love-you sex tonight.”
I frown and bite my lip. “I might, how does that go?” I whisper.
He smiles as he continues the hard, punishing strokes and I start to worry I am going to miss out on that beautiful cock. “You’ve already had it.” He smirks.
Huh, which one? Damn. I missed it. “What do you want, baby?” I sit up onto my knees and pull him forward so I can lick off the pre-ejaculate that is oozing down his thick, heavy length. He cups the back of my head gently. I take him into my mouth—he tastes good. He hisses and gently cups my cheek in his hand as he takes my top off and gently cups my breast. He strokes in and out of my mouth a few times. He pulls my hair back to pull himself out of my mouth. It releases with a pop, my suction is so deep.