Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
She wore a playful expression, one he hadn’t seen on her before and he definitely liked it. She crawled up over him. “I’m going to tie you up.”
He shook his head. “Sorry, baby. Not going to happen.”
She seemed prepared for that answer, only half-listening as she unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. His cock, perpetually hard around her, sprang out.
“That’s too bad,” she purred, taking his cock in her delicate hand and closing her fingers around the base. “Because I was going to suck you off. But not if you’re in danger of losing control…” She batted her eyelashes.
His thighs gripped from the pleasure of her touch and he groaned. Yeah, he wanted the blowjob. And yeah, he was in danger of losing control. But he doubted a little rope would hold him if it came down to it. He closed his eyes, shoving the wolf back down and drawing several cleansing breaths.
“Okay. Do it,” he rasped and offered his wrists up to her. “I hope you know how to tie a good knot, baby, or you’re going to get fucked into the next galaxy.”
Her breath shuddered in, hands trembled as she looped the rope around his wrists. She tied a simple knot, then stopped and undid it. “Actually, I don’t know my knots at all. I’d make a terrible boy scout.”
She was so damn cute. He smiled and shook the loops of rope off and formed a quick pair of rope cuffs. “Hold these.” When she did, he shoved his big hands through the loops. “Now pull the loose end until they’re tight. That’s it. Now attach the end to the headboard.”
“I should’ve known you’d be bossy even when you’re getting tied up.”
He flashed a wicked grin. “Believe it, baby. I’m always in charge, whether my wrists are wrapped in rope or not.”
She smiled sweetly. “We’ll see.”
He suspected, then, he was a goner. He was sure of it when she peeled off the nightshirt and gave him the mouthwatering view of her perky breasts with their hardened peach nipples.
“Squeeze your nipples,” he rasped, cock straining, eyes glued to the hardened peaks.
She hesitated, as if debating whether she was going to take orders from him when she’d clearly been attempting to take the lead, but it seemed what he’d been suspecting about her was true—she liked to serve. Submission and surrender were natural for her, even if she thought she had to fight them.
She slid her small hands up her sides to squeeze her breasts.
“Pinch them.” He sounded desperate.
She moistened her lips as she obeyed and he groaned, rolling his hips. The rope actually helped because when he yanked at his hands, the bite into his skin reminded him why he was bound.
“Lick one. Can you? Can you suck it?” Watching a woman suck anything turned him on, and there was something so dirty about her sucking herself.
Melissa cupped her breast and lifted it toward her mouth, extending her glorious pink tongue to circle her nipple, then suck it into her mouth.
“Oh, Jesus-fuck!”
She straddled his legs and lowered her mouth to his cock, her eyes glued on his face. There was something so erotic about the move—the fact that she was watching his face, his reaction so closely made it vastly more intimate. So sexy.
His hips thrust forward the moment her lips landed on the head of his cock and when she licked around the rim, he yanked the ropes so hard the bed frame groaned. He hoped the rope broke before the bed, because he’d carved it himself.
She took him deep in her throat.
Forget that—he didn’t care which broke first, so long as it broke immediately. His eyes had changed color, need burned hot in his belly. The room spun and blurred, his awareness only on his straining erection and her hot, wet mouth.
The rope broke.
Dimly, he registered Melissa’s shocked face, but the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, the intoxication complete. He lunged forward and picked her up by the waist, arranging her on all fours and shoving her chest to the bed so her ass remained in the air. The rope still wound around his wrists, torn ends flapping as he gripped her hips and shoved balls deep into her delicious heat.
“Cody!” She sounded alarmed, but it only excited him. “Condom! You forgot a condom,” she gasped.
He swore loudly. It came out more like a roar of anger, but he forced himself out of her, yanked the entire bedside drawer out and grabbed a foil packet. His teeth clamped down on it and he tore it open and sheathed his length.
Melissa, his beautiful mate, remained in the position he’d put her, waiting. She wanted this. That knowledge fueled his lust even hotter. His sense marginally returned, he reached around her hips and stroked her slit. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled in approval, “You’re always wet for me, aren’t you?”