Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
The only light on was the one by the bed, so maybe he couldn’t see her that well. But when he didn’t say anything, her insecurities started to grow.
“So fucking beautiful.”
“I’m not really,” she whispered.
He frowned. “Don’t want to hear that. You’re fucking beautiful.”
Did he really think so?
Wonder filled her at the idea that he thought her attractive. Flaws and all.
“You’re sure?”
“Girl, I don’t say shit I don’t mean. Quit the insecure crap.”
Okay.
Maybe he really did see her that way.
He kissed around her belly button, and she didn’t try to suck in or tense up, worried at what he thought. Then he moved lower and she closed her eyes, ready to sink into the pleasure. But all he did was run his tongue along her slit before moving back up to her nipples.
“Gray,” she moaned.
“What?”
“Please, stop teasing me.”
“Teasing you? I’m not teasing you.”
“Yes, you are.”
He moved lower again. This time, he kissed along her mound.
“I’m making you wait.”
“What? Why?”
He glanced up at her from where he had his mouth hovering above her pussy. “Because you made me wait.”
What was he talking about? She hadn’t teased him like this before she’d gotten him off. This was unfair. It was cruel. She should find someone to complain about it to.
Ahh, right, maybe not that last part.
“I didn’t make you wait.”
“Yeah, you did. Instead of climbing on top of my face, you snuck off, let me fall asleep and then made me wait to get my taste of you.”
“Yes . . . but . . . that makes no sense since now you’re making me wait!” she cried.
“Ahh, but now it’s on my terms.”
Oh, he was too much. He loved to get his own way. And he was arrogant. And gorgeous. Sexy.
Plus, he thought she was beautiful.
Poor, delusional guy.
“Spread your legs, let me see that pretty pussy.”
And her face was now hot enough to fry eggs. But she found herself obeying him. Because maybe that meant he’d touch her pussy. Lick it.
Give her what she wanted. Needed.
He pushed her lower lips apart.
Yes, touch me.
“So pretty and pink. And wet. My poor baby, you really need to come, don’t you?”
“Yes! Please. Please let me come.”
He blew a breath over her clit, making her gasp and arch her hips. Grabbing a pillow with one hand, he stuck it under her hips before lying on his stomach between her legs.
“Just stay nice and still and you might get what you want.”
Might? Crap. He was being so mean. But she’d do whatever he wanted if it meant she got to come.
Using light flicks of his tongue, he licked at her clit. She whimpered, tossing her head from side to side. Then he slowly, torturously pushed a finger inside her.
“Please. Please,” she begged, clenching down around that single digit. She wanted him to move it. To press his tongue against her clit. To give her more.
“What is it? What do you want?” he asked as he ran one finger over her clit. The finger inside her remained still.
Ohhh.
Killing. Her.
Such a meanie.
“I want to come. Please make me come. Will you fuck me?”
“You want my cock inside you?”
“Yesss. God, yes.”
“I shouldn’t give you what you want.”
What? Yes, he should. He should always give her what she wanted. She liked being spoiled.
Whoa. Where did that thought come from? She’d never been spoiled in her life. She wasn’t Cat, who Alejandro spoiled rotten.
She didn’t need things. She’d grown up with nothing. Everything she had, she’d worked for. So no, she didn’t need stuff.
But perhaps what she did need was some affection. Someone to tell her nice things. To be sweet with her.
Hmm, that probably wasn’t Gray’s strong suit. Although he’d shown that he could be sweet at times. Quite surprising, really. Maybe he really was a grumpy muffin. Grouchy and sweet.
No, a grouchy cupcake.
No . . . still no good.
Grumpy cakes.
Ooh, she liked that one. But she wasn’t sure it suited him. He wasn’t exactly a cake . . . he was more like a lion or a chimpanzee or wait . . . a bear.
Grumpy bear!
“Please fuck me. Please. Don’t you want to fuck me?” She gave him a pleading, sad look.
“Girl, you know I want you. I’m fucking hard.” He rose up, displaying his thick, erect cock. Then he ran his hand up and down the shaft.
Her gaze was caught on where he played with himself. She wanted to do that. To touch his cock, run her tongue over it.
“You want to touch me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Open your mouth.” He moved up so he was kneeling over her chest. Grabbing another pillow, he stuck it under her head. Then he grasped hold of his dick, sliding just the head into her mouth.
She moaned, pressing her thighs together. But he only gave her the head and she groaned in frustration as he slid it in and out of her mouth.