Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
He’s finally the one who pulls away long enough to let me drag in a few strangled breaths. Who cares about oxygen when your cowboy can kiss like that?
I call his name as I rock against his ridge, desperately needing friction. The place between my thighs is throbbing so badly and my panties are so damp. It wouldn’t take much to get me off at this point.
“I’ll take care of that ache.” He reaches for the seat lever. As soon as he’s reclining, I lean forward to press kisses to the warm skin of his neck. He smells like fresh air, sunshine, and that special musk that only cowboys have.
He pops the button of my jeans open and manages to wiggle his fingers into my panties. The first swipe of his thick digit between my swollen folds nearly has me collapsing from relief. This is exactly what my body needed—Walker’s touch.
“You’re going to come for me like a good girl,” he demands. His brown gaze is so dark, it’s almost black and the intensity in it steals my breath away.
“Yes,” I promise on a shaky inhale.
His finger finds my channel as his thumb strokes my clit. He’s just the right amount of gentle and rough. Gentle as he stretches my channel but rough as he caresses my aching nub. My eyelids flutter closed as I give myself over to the sensations he’s creating.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he gasps. “Have you been saving this cherry?”
My cheeks flame at the same time I moan. His crass words are somehow such a turn on. I never would have guessed that I’m the type of woman who likes dirty talk. But maybe that’s because it’s from Walker, this hot cowboy who makes my body come alive.
“Answer the question.” He stills his motions.
I whimper at the loss of friction, and it takes me a moment to remember his question. “Yes.”
“For who?” There’s a possessive glint in his gaze and something about it makes me feel owned. I’d like to be owned by Walker, to belong to him and only him.
I wait a beat, not sure if I should tell him this. I’ve turned down three dates this summer already. Each time, it was because I couldn’t get the idea of his chocolate gaze out of my head, couldn’t stop thinking how it would feel to have him running his hands over me.
“Who?” He practically growls the word.
“You.” It’s a whispered confession and I study his face, wondering how he’s going to react to this news that I’ve wanted him for months. If he doesn’t feel the same way, then I’ve just made a fool of myself.
His chest puffs out and pure masculine satisfaction fills his expression. “Good girl. I’m going to reward you now for being honest with me.”
I don’t know why but every time he calls me good girl, that’s exactly what I want to be. I want to be his good girl, the one he rewards every night in his bed. The thought sends another wave of arousal through me.
He resumes his gentle motions, and it feels so right to have his fingers touching me. He slides his thick finger into my body, and I moan so loudly that I should probably be embarrassed.
But Walker just grins, revealing little laugh lines around his eyes. “That’s right, little kitten. I expect you to be loud any time I’m touching my pussy.”
I swallow hard, loving the idea that he gets to control my body. “Y-your pussy?”
“My pussy. It belongs to me now and I’ll do whatever I want with it,” he says firmly.
He slips another finger in and it’s so tight. I’m good and filled but I still crave more. I want him to ram his big cock into me.
My walls flutter around his fingers as his dirty words sink in. I’m his to use and I don’t have a choice in the matter. The idea makes me even wetter. There’s so much pleasure building in my body that I tense my back. “Even fuck it?”
“Fuck it, finger it, make it squirt.” He rubs the pad of his thumb roughly across my clit. “Come now, baby girl.”
His permission is all I need as wave after wave of bliss overwhelms me. I’ve never had an orgasm this powerful or felt so sated. It was more than just the way he touched me. It was the things he said in my ear too. He made me feel dirty and good at the same time.
Boneless, I slump across his chest, and he rubs circles along my back. “You did good. I’m so proud of you.”
Warmth steals over me at his praise. I’ve never been praised for anything. I’ve never been told I was special or pretty. But there’s something about when Walker says he’s proud of me. He makes me believe that maybe I am those things.