Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
I unzipped his pants, freeing his cock and stroking it roughly from root to tip several times, making sure he was fully hard and ready for me.
“So what? You think that you’re going to just use me, that you’re going to flip the tables and take control?”
“That’s exactly what is going to happen.”
I gripped the bars on either side of his head again and lowered myself onto his thick, hard cock. The stretch was just as delicious as it had been the first time. I was so wet I slid down him, taking his entire length in one smooth thrust.
His hands moved to my hips as I rocked up and down, taking him at just the right angle to hit all of my most sensitive places.
“Do you like that, Eddie? Do you like taking control and riding my cock?” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded, my eyes sliding closed as I lost myself to the sensations running through my body.
“Do you like feeling like you’re in charge? Thinking you can take anything you need from me?”
Again, I nodded.
“Good girl, you can ride my cock whenever you want. Take as much of me as you can. Ride as fast or as hard as you want as long as you remember one little thing.”
“What’s that?” I asked with a shallow breath as I rode closer and closer to oblivion.
He picked me up, and without taking his cock out of me, he moved us so my back was against the bars, and I had to grab them with both hands as he started thrusting into me with everything he had.
“It doesn’t matter who starts on top,” he rumbled into my ear. “I’ll always demand your complete submission in the end.”
CHAPTER 33
HARRISON
For the first time ever, I woke up feeling rested. My body was calm, my mind was still, and I felt at peace. It was an unusual feeling for me. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how I had slept so well.
Then the most beautiful woman in the world, still fast asleep, wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled herself closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder. As if it had a mind of its own, my hand went to her silky blonde hair and I let my fingers slip through the soft strands. Before pulling her closer to me and then rolling so I was on my back, and she was asleep on my chest.
Closing my eyes, I thought back to the previous night, the rounds of fighting, sex, more fighting, and a lot more sex.
I, like many men in my position, have had plenty of experience, but nothing had ever compared to the primal heat between us. It was sensational. I had lost count of how many times we had argued just for it to end up with one of us kissing the other and then me pushing into her tight little body or her pushing me down so she could ride me.
My particularly favorite moment of the night was when she told me to go fuck myself, and I responded that if she said something like that to me again, I’d wash her mouth out. She said it again, and I grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to her knees and shoving my cock in her mouth. She responded by grabbing my hips and holding me still as she deep throated me with such enthusiasm and vigor it was like she was taking out her anger and frustration with me on my cock.
It was life-affirming.
After I had washed her dirty mouth out with my come, I tossed a bottle of water at her, giving her a second to catch her breath before throwing her on the bed and telling her she absolutely did not get the last word in this argument. Then diving between her thighs and using my tongue and fingers to make her come so hard that her own juices dripped from my chin.
“Good morning,” she said as she opened her eyes and looked up at me.
Even first thing in the morning, she was still absolutely stunning. She didn’t need designer clothes or high-end makeup to look glamorous. All she needed were her bright green eyes, soft golden hair, and pink lips that were still a little puffy and bruised from my attention.
“Good morning,” I said, my voice a little gruff. “How did you sleep?”
She made a low purring sound in the back of her throat as she slid off me and stretched her arms and legs, arching her back enough that the sheet fell away from her perfect breasts.
“Good, but I am in desperate need of a shower and a cup of coffee before we go into the office.”
“Oh, we’re not going into the office today,” I said.
She looked up at me. Her eyes got wide, and I swore there was hurt shining through them.