Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“Really?” she asked. “I would have liked to have seen that.”
“Maybe one day. Now, watch your movie.”
He made her come twice more while she was sitting on his cock. By the time the movie was finished, he was at the end of his endurance. Sliding her off his cock, he stood with her in his arms.
“Say goodnight to your babies,” he ordered as he carried her to the main bedroom,
“Night, babies,” she called out.
Then he laid her down on the bed and quickly stripped off her pajama top. He stood back to stare at her.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“I am?” she asked breathlessly.
“God, yes. Put your hands behind your head and keep them there,” he ordered.
She hastily did as he told her without any protest. Good, because he was in charge right now.
“Spread your legs. Wide. I want to see that pretty, wet pussy.”
“Lord have mercy,” she muttered.
“You should be begging me for mercy, Spitfire,” he told her, kneeling between her legs. Then he parted her lower lips with his fingers, staring down at her.
“Such a delicious, pretty pussy. What was your reward going to be?”
“To . . . to come with your mouth on my pussy,” she said.
“Hmm, nope. Not sure that is quite right. I think it was to have my mouth on your pussy making you come until you screamed at me to stop.”
“I’ve already come three times, though,” she said. “I can’t take any more.”
“Hmm, let’s see, shall we?”
She couldn’t take any more.
She was certain of it.
How many times could she come in one night? Her body was exhausted, her clit throbbing with a mix of overuse and excitement. The damn thing just didn’t know when to quit.
And his tongue was still lapping at her as she came down from her last high.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, I can’t take any more. I need you.”
“What do you need, Spitfire?” he asked, moving over her and kissing her hungrily.
“You . . . inside me,” she told him as he drew back.
“That’s good. Because that’s what I need too.” He started kissing down her body. She didn’t know how he hadn’t exploded. He’d given her orgasm after orgasm without coming himself. She hated to think how sore his balls were right now.
She shifted her arms, placing her hand on his head. Suddenly, he stilled and drew himself up so he was looking down at her, his hands resting on the mattress on either side of her.
“Where are your hands meant to be?” he growled.
Huh?
Oh. Oops.
“Um, behind my head?”
“Yes, they’re meant to be behind your head. Who is in charge?”
“Not me?”
“Not you,” he said. “But who?”
“Hey, that rhymes!”
“Maya, now is not the time to be cute.”
She pouted. “I thought it was always the time to be cute.”
“Maya.”
All right, he didn’t sound happy right now.
“You are! You are!”
“That’s right and when I give an order, I expect obedience. Especially in the bedroom.” He drew right back and then rolled her onto her stomach, delivering several hard smacks to her already tender bottom.
“Ouch,” she cried as he rolled her back. “That was mean.”
“Hands behind your head,” he ordered.
She did it immediately. Boy, her body really liked obeying him.
Her brain, not so much.
“That’s it. Good girl. Now, you’re going to keep them there for me unless I tell you to move them, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Matthieu,” he said.
She sucked in a sharp breath. “Yes, Matthieu.”
“Good fucking girl.”
And then he lowered himself, sliding himself inside her.
Maya swore she could see stars. It felt so damn good she could cry.
She bit her lip against doing just that, but he reached up with one hand and slid it free.
“None of that, Spitfire. No hurting yourself. And I want to hear how much you like having me inside you.”
“I do. I love it so much. You feel so perfect.”
“So . . . do . . . you,” he gritted out before sliding free of her.
“Noo, don’t stop.”
“Not stopping. You can move your hands. Roll over so you’re on your knees with your chest pressed to the bed. Hands behind your back.”
Maya moved into position and then he slid into her from behind.
Holy moly.
This angle made him feel even bigger and he hadn’t exactly felt small before. He grasped hold of her wrists, holding them there as he fucked her, slow and steady.
She couldn’t deny that she liked the feeling of being bound. Of not being in control. Which was likely a good thing since he seemed to really like being in control.
Before she could really get used to this position, he was moving again. She’d never experienced anything like that. Her past lovers had only really been interested in missionary or her on top.
This time, he sat with his back leaning against the headboard with her riding him. His hands were around her hips, controlling her movements as he thrust up into her.