Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Nate’s chest hitched, his head falling forward and then back as he gave over to her.
He tasted so perfect. Salty and masculine, the scent of his arousal filling her senses. She took him deeper, rolling her tongue over his dick. He filled her mouth like he filled her pussy—to overflowing. He was almost too much.
Like she was.
Too much might be just enough to build something real.
“That’s right. Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he said, his eyes on her, watching where his cock disappeared into her mouth.
She ran her tongue over and around him, fighting to take as much as she could.
“Daisy, I don’t want to come in your mouth. Please, love. I want to look in your eyes this time,” he said, his hands on her hair, but he didn’t force the issue, merely gave her the choice.
She went back on her knees and watched as he managed to shove his jeans down. There were condoms on the nightstand and she picked one up, a solemn feeling spreading through her because while it had started out as a hot game, she felt so connected to this man. His pull drew her in, and she couldn’t help it. A moth to his flame. It didn’t matter if she burned. Her path was set.
She eased the condom on and then straddled him again, not even giving him a chance to kick his pants off. He didn’t need to. Nathan Carter was right where she wanted him.
“Daisy,” he began.
She shook her head and lowered her lips to his even as she felt his cock at her pussy. Pure pleasure threatened to drown her as she slid onto his cock. Her tongue tangled with his, arms wrapping around each other until she wasn’t sure where she ended and he began. She tilted her hips, taking him inside. She loved how fucking big he was, stretching her, but she could handle him.
She worked her way down his cock in little passes until she finally had the whole of him filling her up.
“Fuck. You feel so good, and it’s not just about how perfect you fit me.” Nate’s hands gripped her hips.
It was more than sex. It scared her but maybe that was a good thing.
She started to move, her eyes held by his as he shifted with her. She found the perfect spot and worked his cock over and over until she couldn’t stand it a second more and then held herself tight against him, riding the wave of her orgasm. The second she was limp against him, he rolled them over on the bed, bringing his weight down on her.
She loved the way he pressed her into the mattress, adored how he didn’t pretend she was fragile and he was worried he would break her. He simply took her because she was his and he was hers and this was natural.
She wrapped her legs around him, watching his gorgeous face as he thrust in over and over. Then he stiffened, and his eyes were on her as he went over the edge.
Pure satisfaction filled her soul as Nate fell to the bed beside her, and for a moment, everything felt right with Daisy’s world.
* * * *
Nate stretched on the big bed and watched as Daisy walked out of the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel and an oversized robe around her body. He’d taken a shower with her, slowly making love to her again. He’d pressed her against the tile and filled her with him.
Fuck, she was beautiful. And he’d meant what he’d said. She was his. Oh, he was absolutely certain she was thinking this was all play, but it wasn’t. If this was a game, it was the most important one of his life, and he intended to win.
“You don’t need the robe.”
A brow arched over her emerald eyes. “What if I’m cold?”
He pulled the covers down. “Then I’ll keep you warm. I’ve been told I’m a furnace. It’s sad for you, but you’ll get used to it.”
She wrinkled her nose, an expression he was learning meant she was going along with something but she wasn’t totally sold on an idea. The robe came off, and she crawled into bed with him. “What do you think that’s about?”
He glanced over and frowned. How the hell had he missed the floor-to-ceiling, velvet painted rock-star portrait? Well, his mind had been full of her, but it was a detail he was certain would have registered at any other time. “Someone really likes old music. I’m not sure. He looks familiar, but in a classic rock way. Though I’m not supposed to call it classic rock because my father then does some math and bemoans his age.”
Daisy sat next to him, her back against the headboard. He noticed she didn’t pull the covers up, preferring to leave her gorgeous body on display. Yeah, that was why the blond dude in the bandana hadn’t made an impression. “I have never actually been in the club part of this building. There’s a daycare in the building next door. I spent a lot of time there, but I never came in here. I finally get why Uncle Ian calls The Hideout a dump. We don’t have anything like this. It kind of makes me wonder how much all this cost. Da complains about the price of raspberries. I wonder how much the obviously custom-built spanking bench cost. I bet it’s a lot of raspberries.”