Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 143870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
Once I’ve folded his clothes into a neat pile, I take a second to gather myself.
When I finally sneak a glance at him, my lips part.
God, this man really is a sight to behold.
I drink in the length of his thick, heavy cock, concluding he’ll absolutely destroy me. But I don’t have an ounce of self-preservation left, so…if I die, I die.
A current of restless energy runs through me as I edge closer, palms gliding over his solid thighs as I settle between them.
I’ve never handled a man this size, and I’m not even sure where I want to begin. I have an endless list of ideas from years of fantasizing about him, but it’s too hard to choose. So, I follow my instincts.
Taking him into my hand, I stroke his shaft and milk the precum from the head. When I lap it up with a small, kittenish lick, his cock pulses in my grip.
“Eyes on me, dea.” Heat saturates his command.
I lift my gaze to his as I draw him into my mouth with a slow, lazy pull, and he rewards me with a guttural groan of approval.
It gives me all the encouragement I need to keep going, sinking him further into the back of my throat. I don’t have much of a gag reflex, but my jaw is stretched to capacity. It was over-ambitious to try taking the whole of him. So I wrap my fingers around the base and stroke him as I hollow out my cheeks.
His palm settles on my head, fingers pressing into my skull as I start to guide him in and out of my mouth. The intensity of his gaze consumes me, suspending us in that moment as I focus solely on serving him.
Masculine sounds of pleasure bleed up his throat as he praises me with roughly spoken words.
“Look at you swallowing my cock like such a good fucking girl.”
Warmth unfurls in my chest, nourishing the most neglected part of me. It fans the flames of my desire and untethers my control. I take him deeper, stroking and sucking him with a need that possesses me.
There’s something almost intoxicated in his expression as he watches me with parted lips, and it makes me feel like I’ve done something good.
Something really, really good.
Tension draws his muscles tight, and his breathing shallows as I edge him closer to release.
“Dea.” His grip on my hair tightens, an undercurrent of darkness threading through his voice. “Do you want my cum in your throat?”
I continue stroking him as I pull my mouth free to answer him. This isn’t a question for clarification about what was on my consent form. He knows exactly what I want—and I know that he wants me to ask him nicely.
“Yes, please.” I hum my approval as I kiss the head of his cock.
He reaches down, fingers feathering over my jaw, offering me a moment of softness before his dominance comes out to play.
“Then you’ll need to open wider, baby.”
His order is a match strike in the dark, and it burns me to ash.
Anticipation thrums beneath my skin as his attention drifts to the bracelets on my arm, and I know he’s about to make good use of them.
I wait patiently as he traces a path down to my wrist, methodically unbuckling one of the bands. Leaning over me, he links both wrists behind my back, giving the chain a slight tug to test them out.
Once he’s satisfied that I’m secure, he removes something else from his pocket. My eyes drift over the silver necklace that, at first glance, looks like everyday jewelry. But as he unlocks the padlock pendant with a small set of keys and drapes it around my neck, it feels more like a collar.
That thought catches fire as the lock clicks into place, and he attaches it to a stainless steel chain. Winding the chain around his fist, he rises to his feet and uses it to drag me closer.
The links bite into the tender flesh of my throat, angling my head back as he leans down to meet me. Our mouths are a breath apart when he drags his thumb across my lips, softly plying them open.
“Mea sola,” he murmurs.
I don’t recognize the Latin. I just know the reverence with which he says it lights up every nerve in my body.
For a heartbeat, I find myself wishing he would possess my mouth the way I know he wants to. But he won’t, because I took it off the table.
“Bran.” His name spills out on a whisper.
“Yes?”
The proximity of his voice sends a shiver through me, and before I even realize I’m closing the distance, my lips brush against his.
He stills, and I plead for what will surely be my own demise.
“Kiss me.”
His answering growl rumbles through me as he buries his fingers in my hair and captures my mouth with his.