Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
But, it didn’t matter.
I took that shirt and inhaled it, getting high off the scent of him. “I’ll be a good girl.”
He raised one eyebrows. “Will you now?”
“I swear.” Then, I slipped his shirt along my bare skin. “But. . .”
His gaze followed the shirt. “But?”
“If you’re going to be so far away and taking off your clothes then. . .you might as well give me a little strip tease.”
A dark chuckle left him.
I slipped his shirt down between my thighs and rubbed my pussy all over it.
All his chuckling ceased as he watched the shirt slip over my heated mound before being slid between my folds and gathering all of the newly rising wetness that he had triggered.
A low groan left him.
He grabbed his cock over his pants and gripped the thick length hard. “Now I’m never washing that shirt.”
“You shouldn’t.” I grinned and threw the newly perfumed shirt at him.
He caught it with no problem, brought it to his nose, and loudly inhaled like a mad man.
My body vibrated.
I bit my lip. “Go ahead.”
He snapped his view to me. “Yes?”
“Go ahead and give me a little show.”
He quirked those brows again.
“When you take off those pants, I want a slow twist of your hips like when you’re moving deep inside of me.”
He looked back at me with a lusty scowl. “You’re in the East.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I’m in the East.”
“And the Mountain Master is in front of you.”
I smirked. “He is.”
“And you demand that he wiggle his hips?”
“No one said wiggle, and let’s not forget. I did a lot today.”
“You did.”
“Passed tests. Faced challenges and won.”
“That’s fair.”
I winked. “So. . .”
“So?”
“Moni wants a show.”
He laughed and this time it was loud, joyous, and so goddam sexy I almost came.
How was he able to do that?
Trigger my body to writhe in pleasure just from the sounds that he made.
Somehow I calmed my hormones and propped myself up on my elbows. “Come on, Lei. Let me see you dance. Give me a little strip tease.”
He chuckled again and set the shirt on the bed. “You really are something else.”
“Well. . .you said you were pussy whipped. Seems like to me. . .” I touched my chest. “If you were truly pussy whipped then you’d definitely give me a show.”
“Hmmm. That would be a good test.” Slowly, he placed his hands on the waist band of his pants.
I watched, anticipation building, as he began to lower the fabric two inches, exposing more sculpted, tanned skin.
This man is just made of muscle.
He pulled the pants down another inch, revealing the smooth, tanned skin of his chiseled hips then the beginning of his silky pubic hair.
I bit my bottom lip, enjoying every second.
Then, he yanked the pants back up, absolutely teasing me.
“Oh no.” I blinked. “I want to see more.”
“Are you sure?” His eyes never left mine, the intensity of his gaze made my heart race.
“Yes.”
“Say, please.”
I shivered. “Please.”
He returned his hands to the waistband of his pants.
My pulse quickened.
He began lowering them again with this agonizing slowness.
When the pants finally pooled at his feet, he kicked them aside, standing before me in just solid blue boxer briefs. In front that fabric stretched over the huge bulge of his cock.
I drank in the sight of him, every inch of his body a testament to his strength and grace.
“Now what?” he asked, a playful challenge in his voice.
“Now,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, “come here.”
“I thought you wanted me to dance.”
“I changed my mind. Now I just want you to fuck me.”
He put his hands to the boxer briefs’ waist band. “But. . .I still need to take this off.”
“You do.” I parted my lips, so damn horny I almost charged over there and tore them off. “Come over here. I’ll take it off for you.”
He gave me a wicked grin, before he started to move.
And to my utter fucking shock, he began to slowly swirl his hips in a circle like he was fucking the shit out of the air.
Oh. My. God.
My request had been a joke, but there was nothing funny about this.
I was so turned on by his show, so damn wet, surely I was staining the comforter.
He shifted his weight to one side, then the other, hips moving back and forth in time with the slow rhythm of an invisible song.
He was dancing, performing a provocative show just for me, and I felt like this honored queen, knowing that many women in the East and in Paradise City would have paid top dollar for this performance.
I whispered, “Damn, Lei.”
“You like that?”
“No. I love that.”
His hands slipped to the front of his boxer briefs, and his fingers traced over the bulge. He was teasing me, driving me utterly wild with desire, and I had brought it all on myself.
That’s what your ass gets.