Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
By the time he reached the top of the stairs, I was the one out of breath and sweating. He wasted no time pulling off his sweaty T-shirt and wiping his face with it. As sexy as he looked, my nose wrinkled.
“What’s wrong, Princess?” He grinned slowly, that panty-dropping smile that no doubt got him anything he wanted. “You want me to be clean before we get to the dirty part?”
“I…I don’t know.” I licked my lips. How did he manage to make me feel this way with just a few simple words?
“Do you want to join me in the shower?” He walked toward the bathroom as if he owned the place.
It was off-putting, albeit kind of hot. No one did this around me. I found myself trailing behind him, my gaze glued to his body as he discarded more items of clothing—trainers, socks, running shorts. I held my breath. His underwear would be next. He glanced at me over one broad, dark shoulder.
“Enjoying the show?”
“I can’t say that I’m not.” I licked my lips again.
“Good.” He smiled as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and dragged them down, ever so slowly.
His body was a work of art. I’d known that before this striptease, but as I bit my lip hard to keep from making any noise that would change the course of this moment, I knew it to be true. Benjamin Drake had the best body I’d ever imagined on a man. He stepped into the shower and switched on the water. He was no longer watching me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I hadn’t even looked…there yet. I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen a cock before. It had only been one before this, but I wouldn’t dwell on that. How different could cocks be anyway?
My feet moved toward the glass. Ben was in the middle of soaping himself when his attention snapped to me. I placed my hand on the glass, hoping the steam wouldn’t block my view of him. He was no longer smiling. His expression was lustful and dark as he watched me watching him. Every single nuance I’d dreamed of seeing on his face was directed at me. Slowly, he dragged one hand over his ripped muscles as he massaged soap in between his legs. My gaze finally fell there. My chest expanded on a gasp as I took him in, realizing that all cocks were not the same. Toby, my ex-boyfriend, had not been this big.
Ben closed a fist around his girth and let out a growl that had me biting my lip. Before I could fully comprehend what I was doing, the hand that wasn’t on the glass was on my breast, pinching my nipple through the thin fabric. Then, the other was suddenly on my stomach, dipping under my bikini bottom. Ben groaned louder. My hands moved faster—one sneaking beneath the triangle top to fully cup my breast, and the other making small circles over my clit, to the tempo of Ben pleasuring himself.
“You’re wrecking me, Princess.” His voice was gruff. “I’m trying not to pull you in here and lift you up to fuck you against the wall.”
“I want you to.” I was panting now. “Please fuck me against the wall.”
“You’re impossible.” He growled, throwing his head back as he pumped faster. “Fuck. I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
“Then have me.” I stopped touching myself and pulled the shower door open. The steam smacked me in the face. “Have me.”
Ben’s erection was now visibly throbbing in his tight grip, and I had never in my life wanted to be on my knees as much as I did in that moment. Instead of saying it, instead of tiptoeing around it, I stepped into the stall and dropped down, my hand replacing his as I licked him. He let go and threaded his fingers into my hair, pulling me back slightly so that my lips weren’t touching him. I glanced up at him, the water spraying over my head making it difficult to stop blinking.
“Have you ever been on your knees, Princess?”
“No.” I shook my head slightly.
I wasn’t going to lie for brownie points. I had no idea what I was doing, and I was okay with that because I’d watched plenty of videos on the matter. His grip tightened on my hair. I yelped, and he let go a bit, but not much.
“Have you ever taken a cock into your mouth before?”
“No.” My voice came out shaky.
“Hell.” He shut his eyes tightly and then took a deep breath, his abs contracting beautifully. I brought up a hand to trace them. He opened his eyes and looked at me when he felt my hand on him. “I’m not sexist. I’m about as equal opportunity as they come, but having you on your knees before me and knowing I’m your first drives me fucking crazy. Tell me I’m wrong to be glad to be the only one.” He pulled me to him again.