Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“You like that, Mandy? Do you like to have your ass licked?”
“Yes. Yes, I love it, Jack.”
“Good. You have a sweet cherry-pie ass, Mandy. Sweetest ass I’ve ever tasted. Now turn around, sit on the table, and spread your legs.”
I turn, but I can’t hoist myself on the table because of my bound wrists. Doesn’t matter. Jack lifts me onto the table, and then I bow my head as I spread my legs.
He scoots me to the edge of the table, kneels, and tongues my pussy.
And I shatter.
One touch to my clit, and it’s over.
The orgasm rips through me with the force of a tornado. “Jack! Oh my God!”
He continues eating me, and then…inside me goes his finger. Two fingers, and he touches a spot that makes me break into shards of glass.
The G spot.
I know all about the G spot. I proofread romance—very graphic and explicit romance—for a living. I’ve tried to find it myself on occasion, but I’ve never been able to.
And of course neither of my previous two lovers had a clue.
But Jackson? He knows exactly where it is, and now I know for sure that I have one. Like the heroines in Lily’s books, I’m having a clitoral and vaginal orgasm at the same time.
And oh. My. God.
I’ve never felt this good.
It continues, making me thrash as much as I can with bound wrists. Just when I think it’s ending, Jackson hits the right spot. Finds a way to make me soar higher.
I’m not blindfolded, and I watch him. I stroke his hair with my bound wrists as he eats me.
The sounds—his tongue sliding, his lips slurping—turn me on even more.
When he pulls away, removes his fingers, I’m still on the downward spiral of my orgasm. I finally hit the ground, and he rises, meets my gaze.
“Had enough yet?”
“Not even slightly, sir,” I say.
He smiles then, his lips glistening from me. From my juices.
“Kiss me,” I say. “Kiss me. I want to taste myself on your lips.”
A growl then. A growl like a tiger getting ready to strike. Then his lips—his lips part my own, his tongue twirling with mine.
The tartness. The tartness and musk of my sex.
He breaks the kiss too soon, though. He gulps in a breath. “What are you ready for next, Mandy?”
I know my response by heart now.
“Whatever you want…sir.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Jackson
Whatever you want.
Sir.
Damn.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
How is she such a natural?
I flip her over, so her beautiful ass is in front of me once more.
I free my cock quickly and plunge inside her pussy.
All I’ve done so far is cuff her wrists. There’s so much more to show her. So much more I yearn to show her.
But my need is too great.
I have to be inside her, and as I thrust, I only know one thing.
No one has ever fit me this perfectly, been a perfect cast for me.
I can’t stop.
I should, but I can’t. I thrust harder, faster, harder, faster…
Until—
I plunge inside her so deeply that…
That…
I swear to God I lose part of myself.
And that scares me more than anything.
I pull out, though I want to stay snugly inside her forever.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I’m wonderful,” she says dreamily. She turns around, her gray eyes serene and gentle. “Show me more.”
“Did you come?”
“That time? No. I’m not sure I had it in me after…” She blushes again.
My God, that blush.
“After all those… Or maybe it was just one… I’m not sure, Jack. Was it one huge orgasm or a lot of little ones?”
I can’t help my lips curving into a smile. “It’s whatever you want it to be.”
She returns my smile, and I’m lost again. I’ve lost a sliver of myself in her beauty. It’s a sweet beauty, yes. But no longer an innocent beauty. Seems I mistook the two things. Sweet doesn’t necessarily mean innocent.
Still…when I compare Mandy to the women around here at the club. They’re just…
Are they all that different?
I don’t really know any of them outside of the club. That’s always been the point. We don’t exist in each other’s day-to-day world.
This club—what I do here—is such a big part of me. Why shouldn’t it be part of my everyday world? Why shouldn’t I have a partner who shares my whole world?
Easy answer… I’m not cut out for a long-term partner. I eventually lose interest. Always.
And I can’t do that to Mandy.
Besides, I really haven’t shown her much.
I bound her wrists with fur-lined handcuffs, and I gave her a few whacks on the ass with the gentlest flogger.
She doesn’t know what I crave.
She doesn’t know that I would love to tie her up so she’s at my mercy, flog her sweet ass until it’s red as a candy apple.
Train her with an anal plug.
And…
Bind her with leather rope to the head of the bed, blindfold her, keep her quiet with a ball gag, and then…