Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
We’re hardly being discreet, and yet all that matters is feeling the same intense high that I know he’s capable of giving me.
He continues grinding his cock against my ass, and I throw my head back against his chest. His other arm locks around my body, touching me everywhere and bringing me to life. It’s intoxicating.
I need more.
His fingers take me higher as his palm works my clit, and when his fingers curve inside me, reaching my G-spot, my world explodes. I shatter like glass, my orgasm creeping up on me with a fierce intensity and knocking the breath right out of my lungs.
I cry out, my nails digging into his skin, and as he keeps working me, I ride out the wave, still frantically trying to catch my breath. “That’s a good little kitten,” he murmurs in my ear with that exhilarating deep tone, the vibrations against my back making my eyes roll in my head.
As I come down from my high, his hold relaxes on my body, and when he pulls his fingers free, he brings them to my lips. “Open,” he demands.
I don’t hesitate, sucking his fingers clean as I feel his heavy, laser-sharp stare on my face. When his fingers fall away, I find myself lost, not knowing where it goes from here. I’ve played his game and given him exactly what he came for, but what now? Does he walk away like he did the other night, or now that I’ve been a compliant good girl, will he finish it?
My heart starts to race, and when he goes to step around me, I find myself reaching for his hand. I know I should fear him. I should slip into the crowd and hide, or at the very least call Knight and have him take me home, but instead, I pull him back, shaking my head.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I press my hand to his chest as he stares at me through that horrifying mask. “You got to play your little game, and now it’s my turn.”
Taking his hand, I lead him through the club to one of the many private booths. It’s covered in darkness, and despite the hundreds of people around us, not one of them is paying attention to us. We’re just as alone as we would be had he broken into my apartment again.
He doesn’t say a word, just allows me to take the lead as my heart pounds with devilish excitement. Pushing him down into the booth, he leans back in the cushioned chair, his knees slightly spread, and I step right between them before gripping his shoulders and leaning down toward him. “Are you ready to see just how wild this little kitten can be?”
He takes my waist, his fingers digging into my skin, and before he gets a chance to respond, I drop down between his thighs. Reaching for his belt, I slowly release it while keeping my hungry stare locked on his. A thrill pulses through me, my pussy throbbing with need, and as I undo his pants and reach inside, the excitement only gets better.
He’s huge, just like Knight, and fuck, I can’t help that voice in the back of my mind telling me this could be him. He’s ready for me, rock hard with protruding veins leading up to his tip, and damn, it looks angry. Just the way I like it.
My tongue rolls over my lips as I grasp the base of his impressive cock, holding firm as my fist works up and down. He reaches for me, and I just know he’s wanting to take control, to dictate how this is going to go, but I smack his hand away and shake my head. “My turn,” I tell him. “You’ll sit back and take it anyway I’m willing to give it.”
I can practically feel the groan vibrating through his chest, and I resist calling him a good boy, wanting to save that only for Knight.
My fist works right to his tip, and sensing that he’s already on the edge, I lean forward and close my mouth around him. My tongue works over his tip, and as my fist works back down to his base, my mouth follows, taking him right to the back of my throat.
I give him everything I’ve got, not daring to take my eyes off his, and the more I work him, the quicker he starts to lose control. His hands ball into fists at his sides as I push right past my gag reflex. Tears well in my eyes, but I don’t stop, determined to bring him to his knees.
His hips jolt beneath me, and just when I think he’s about to blow, he reaches for me, whipping me around until I’m straddled backward over him. “Fuck me, kitten,” he growls in my ear. “Show me how you ride me.”