Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
She said she doesn’t want the romance and I have a hard time accepting that—because, in my experience, that’s what drives women—but, for the moment, I’ll take her at face value.
I relinquish myself to her, bringing my hands to the sides of her head and holding her tight. Tipping my head forward, I watch as she bobs on me, making tiny kitten sounds in the back of her throat, the vibrations of which cause my balls to start throbbing.
“Touch yourself,” I order. Those beautiful eyes rise, meet mine, and she smiles around my cock.
Tipping my head to the side, I watch as she brings those delicate fingers to the apex between her legs and slips them below the cream panties. I can’t see exactly what she’s doing, but I can tell the minute she touches her clit because she groans against me.
“That’s it,” I praise her. “Feel good?”
Willow’s eyes close as she fingers herself and sucks my cock and I think she might be the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.
But I want more.
I bring my hand to her throat, give a gentle squeeze, and push her off. She complies, her lips fluttering open as she licks her lower lip. I can’t help but smile when her other hand continues to work between her legs.
She’s fucking perfection.
I step over to my nightstand, pull the drawer open, and grab a condom. While Mrs. Osborne was diligent in stocking my house with the necessities, this was not one I expect her to handle. I put a box in my drawer upon my arrival earlier today.
I’ve never moved so fluidly and with such confidence in my movements, envisioning exactly how this is going to go down.
The condom is on me, my hands are on Willow’s hips, and I’m spinning her on the mattress so she’s still on her hands and knees with her ass tipped up right before me. She gasps, her hand falls out of her panties, and both palms go to the mattress.
I run my hands over the globes of her ass, slip my finger under the lace, and pull it to the side to reveal exactly what I want.
When I enter Willow, she makes a guttural sound as her back arches deeply and her fingers claw at the comforter.
Better than I remember.
So fucking good.
I plant my feet, put my hands on her hips, and fuck her slowly from behind.
Not really how I thought this evening was going to start out. I had truly intended to cook for her. I’d even hoped I could get her to open up as we sipped at our wine.
Try to figure out what makes this woman tick.
Didn’t quite work out that way, but it couldn’t go anywhere but where we are right now the second she told me she was mine to command.
Yes, it triggered a primal reaction because, in my heart of hearts, I don’t think Willow Monahan can ever be commanded to do anything.
This is an illusion, I’m sure of it, but it’s one that pushes all my buttons.
I lift a leg, press one knee into the mattress for more leverage, and drive into her deep. Over and over again until she can’t withstand my weight or insistence to go deeper. She starts to sink, her arms splaying out and torso lowering to the bed.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I mutter, putting an arm around her waist and hauling her up. I support her weight, tightening my grip and putting a palm to the mattress. I thrust deeply into her over and over again, relishing in the mewling sounds of surrender she makes.
Her head drops, her hair falling forward and clearing a path so I can take in the golden skin of her back. My eyes narrow in on pinkish-white divots in her skin on the upper part. Scars are spattered over her left shoulder. I hadn’t noticed them before, and I wonder what caused them.
I dip my head, running my lips over her shoulder blade before grazing my teeth over the same spot. Willow shudders. “I’m close.”
Me too. So fucking close.
“Brace yourself,” I say, and she drops her hands back to the bed.
I get my other knee on the bed, hands to her hips, and I start pumping into her harder and faster. Arching her back again, she tosses her head. Her dark hair goes flying, covering her back, and I brush it away, skimming my fingers along the lace of her bra.
My eyes roam, taking her in.
“So good,” she groans, then she locks tight. Her muscles contract hard around me, rippling. It’s her orgasm breaking loose, and it’s powerful.
It’s what I need to trip mine, and the longest, most satisfying eruption of pent-up lust hits me.
“Fuck,” I bark as I thrust into Willow so hard she goes crashing to the mattress and I follow, pumping my hips to prolong the feeling.