Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 77171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I want this. I want him.
More than I’ve ever wanted anything. Any-fucking-thing.
With one hand, he slides the skirt of my clingy dress up over my hips and then he plunges his fingers into my thong.
He massages my pussy, my clit, and I nearly explode right then and there.
“God…” I moan.
Will he consider that talking? I don’t rightfully care.
He breaks the kiss. “I’ll let that go,” he growls. “Unbuckle my belt, bitch.”
I raise my eyebrow at the term. It’s not the first time I’ve heard it, and for the life of me I don’t know why this is the first time I’ve said anything.
“I’m nobody’s bitch, Samson.”
I expect him to argue the point, to threaten punishment for me talking again.
Instead, he meets my gaze, his amber eyes on fire. “No,” he says, his voice a rasp, “you’re not.”
I hold back a smile.
“I told you. Unbuckle my belt.”
I don’t even consider arguing. My hands go automatically to the silver buckle of his belt, and as I finger it, I let one palm slip, graze against his huge bulge.
He sucks in a breath.
Good.
He’s not the only one with power here.
When his belt is done, he signals me to keep going. I unbutton his pants, unzip them, and then I pull his huge cock out of his boxer briefs. It springs forward, and I take a good look at it this time. It’s huge and beautiful with two veins marbling around it and a drip of pre-come already at the tip.
“Get on your knees, Delaney. Get on your knees and suck me.”
Again, I could argue, but I have the feeling if I did, he’d grip my shoulders and push me down anyway.
And I’d let him.
So I obey. I drop to my knees, the hardwood floor hurting them as I kneel, and I grab his large shaft with my right hand. He groans. I slide my tongue over the small drip of pre-come, savoring the saltiness.
He groans again.
This time I lick the tip, gliding over it, before I thrust my mouth down on the length of him.
And another groan, this one longer, more satisfied.
Good.
He tastes of salt and musky man. I want to deepthroat him, give him everything.
But I pull back a bit.
“Fuck…” He grabs two fistfuls of my hair and pushes me back down on him. “I’m going to fuck that hot mouth of yours. I want my come to slide down your throat.”
Yeah. Problem. I don’t swallow. But already I know I’m going to break my own rule for Samson Vexley. Because I want him. I want all of him.
He continues to fuck my mouth, seeming to know exactly how far he can go without alerting my gag reflex.
And he can go far. I like head. I’m good at it. And swallowing Samson’s gorgeous cock is nothing but a pleasure.
Until—
He pulls away from me. “No. I want to come inside that hot cunt of yours.”
In a flash he lifts me to my feet, pins me against the wall, rips my thong off, and shoves his cock inside me.
A low groan escapes my throat.
So full. So wet. And I want him so much.
“Tightest little pussy…” he groans.
He pulls out and thrusts back in.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Delaney. I’m going to fuck the touch of that bastard right out of you.”
“Can I talk now?” I grit out.
“No. You stay quiet. All I want to hear out of you is your moans, your groans. If you have to say something, you can say ‘Fuck me, Samson.’”
I meet his gaze. “Fuck me, Samson.”
29
SAMSON
God, she has the most perfect pussy. I could live in here.
That’s a scary thing for guy like me.
I can’t afford the luxury of wanting someone this much. It fucks with my focus, with my reason for being.
Right now all I care about is fucking her.
Driving inside her until she screams out her ecstasy.
Her breathing is coming in rapid pants, her cheeks are flushed, her eyes closed.
She’s close.
Just one word from me…
“Do it,” I grit out. “Come.”
She explodes around me, and I feel every contraction of her walls on my dick.
I’m so ready to burst. So fucking ready.
But no.
Not yet.
I want more of her. I want to look at her body, touch every part of it.
And I want her to touch every part of mine.
That last thought surprises me.
I like to get a woman naked, but I usually keep myself—my cock notwithstanding—covered for the most part. Not that I don’t like a woman touching me, but I’m usually there for one reason only—to get my own rocks off.
That should be the only reason here.
But damn…
I pull out quickly as her climax wanes. She opens her eyes, her eyebrows raised.
“Go to the bedroom,” I order.
She begins to adjust her skirt but I whisk her hand away.
“No. Leave it. I want to watch your ass as you walk.”