Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I swallowed thickly. “Please, sir.”
He hummed, and then, his hair tickled my skin as he leaned down to press a kiss to the base of my spine. “I need you, too, baby.” I relaxed. It didn’t matter that I knew William always wanted me. I still needed to hear those words. “Color?”
I arched my back a little more, hoping he took the invitation I was presenting. “Green, sir. So, so green.”
15
William
Iknew I didn’t deserve the man on our bed, presenting himself to me like a fucking sacrifice on the altar. I’d yelled at him, shoved aside his feelings, and made him feel so alienated, he ran from me. Yet there he was, hands already wrapped around the headboard, ready to be restrained. Ass in the air and legs spread, ready for me to take him apart.
I would never fucking deserve him. But for some reason, he still chose me every fucking day. I wouldn’t ever take his decision to be with me for granted.
“You look fucking sinful like this,” I rumbled as I reached into the top drawer of the bedside table to grab the rope. His fingers tightened around the headboard, and goosebumps erupted over his slightly olive-toned skin. I could practically taste his anticipation, and it damn near had me salivating.
He sucked in a sharp breath when I straddled his shoulders, and then, he sank deep into the mattress, already falling into that beautiful submissive headspace I loved seeing him in. The moment that rope wrapped around his wrists, he let out a breathy sigh, his eyelashes fluttering over his cheekbones. Like he’d needed this. For me to restrain him and own him.
Fucking hell.
God, he was perfect. I’d known he would be from the moment I laid my eyes on him all those years ago, but fuck, it still blew my mind every fucking day that there was actually a man out there that was perfect for a cold-blooded asshole like me.
Once he was secured to the headboard, I pressed a kiss to each of his hands, then moved off the bed so I could admire him. Chet turned his head to watch me through heavy-lidded eyes, and his lips parted the tiniest bit when his dark gaze locked on my cock, heavy and thick with visceral need for him.
“Please,” he whispered.
I arched a brow at him. “Please what, baby?”
“Please, sir. Please touch me,” he begged, an almost whine to his voice that had my cock leaking. “I need you.”
Fuuuck.
I kneeled on the bed between his spread thighs, then smoothed my calloused hands over his perfect ass. It was damn near baby smooth, and I was honestly a bit addicted to touching it. And the way he sighed when I did, like my touch was all he needed to get through life…
Leaning in, I swiped my tongue over his hole, and he whimpered, pushing back more. Usually, I’d reprimand him for moving without my permission, but I had a lot to make up for. I’d hurt him. So while I still planned to take him apart and have him sobbing beneath me, this was all for him. All so he could feel settled and secure in our marriage once more.
“This what you need?” I asked, my face still buried in the heart of him.
“Yes, sir. More, please.”
I smoothed my hands down his thighs, then circled his cock right before I speared my tongue into his heat. He moaned, arching his back even more. I groaned and began to slowly slide my fist over his cock. It was dry and had to be at least a little bit uncomfortable, but with the way he was moaning and whining as I fucked him with my tongue, he clearly didn’t care.
“I’m so close, sir. Can I come? Please, please, please—”
“You can come, baby.” Those words set him off, and he shuddered as his cum coated my fist and hit the blankets beneath us. Releasing him, I smeared his cum on my cock and grabbed the lube, squirting some onto his hole. And then, before he had time to recover from his orgasm, I slid inside of him.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he choked out, his body trembling as he struggled to accommodate my thick length. “Sir—”
“Easy, baby,” I rasped, clenching his hips tightly. He was so fucking tight and warm, and goddamn, all I wanted to do was sink all the way inside. But I had to take my time with him. Hurting him was not an option. “Relax for me. Your body knows me, baby. Relax and let me in.”
He sniffled. “I’m trying.”
I leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his shoulder as I managed another inch. “I know. You’re doing so good. So perfect for me, baby. So sweet and warm and mine.”
A broken moan spilled from his lips. He relaxed fully, and I sank in the rest of the way. Curling my arms beneath him, I forced him to flatten to the bed, following him down. And then, I rocked in and out of him slow and steady, dragging my cock over his prostate with every stroke. Tears streaked down his cheeks, and his skin stained a light shade of red as he took every bit of what I was giving him.