Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
He grabs my wrist as soon as he’s seated, and his eyes sear into me. “I’m the Dom here, and don’t forget it. You’re to address me as Sir, and if you ever tell me what to do, I will put you over my lap and spank you.”
I think about defying him, but his tone is so serious. “Sorry, Sir,” I say.
His eyes darken. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy seeing you on your knees.” He licks his lips. “Kneel.” His tone of voice has changed. No longer is he the best friend I’ve known for years. No, tonight he’s more serious. More desperate. Like if I don’t obey his every command, he might spontaneously combust.
So, I get on my knees for him.
And you know what? It’s not demeaning like I thought it would be. I want to please him. I want him to touch me. I want his acknowledgment. I want him.
I push away any inhibitions and bow my head like in the pictures I’ve seen online.
Paxton growls as his legs widen beside me. “Hartford, you’re so damn pretty. Have I ever told you that?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.”
“Look at me.” I raise my head to meet his gaze. “So fucking pretty.” He studies me, tilting his head to the side. “I want to kiss you,” he whispers. “I’ve been thinking about how sweet your lips would taste.”
I hesitate because kissing is against our rules, but I remember what Paxton said earlier—no rules.
I move closer, and he helps me onto his lap where I’m straddling him again. “Like this, Sir?”
“Just like that, Hartford.” His hand slides into my hair as he tugs me closer. His lips hover against mine and my heart pounds. He urgently pulls me in for a passionate kiss. So passionate that I never want it to end.
There goes rule number one.
Without a doubt, Paxton is the best kisser I’ve ever experienced. My body heats as his tongue dances with mine.
A soft moan travels up my throat and he swallows it down.
I clench my thighs around him, wanting to move my body but not wanting to do anything he hasn’t asked me to do.
Instead, I get lost in our sensual kiss.
And it’s a life-changing kiss. I don’t think things will ever be the same between us.
Paxton breaks the kiss, gazing at my lips as he holds me close. “Damn, your mouth is magic. I’d love to see these lips wrapped around my hard cock.”
And just like that, I stand from his lap and sink back down to my knees. I don’t even wait for the command. I want it. I want to please him. Badly.
I move my hands over his strong thighs, my eyes searing into his.
“Hart, I didn’t mean…” His words fall away as I unbutton his pants.
“Sir, please,” is all I say.
“Oh fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut and his legs widen as his head falls back. “Hartford, I’m not going to be gentle with you. I’ve been wanting to get off since the moment we walked through the doors tonight. Hell, even longer. Since the night I used that remote vibrator on you.”
“You can be as rough as you need to be with my mouth, Sir,” I say, wanting more than anything to please him.
Wanting more than anything to see him.
I unzip his pants, and he hisses as I pull him out. And oh my god. While grinding against him earlier, I could feel his massive hard-on. But he’s bigger than I ever could have imagined.
So much bigger.
“Um,” is all I can say as I blink up at him.
How is that going to fit into my mouth?
“You like?” He fists the base, his eyes heated with lust. Or desire?
“Very impressive.” I blush.
He wraps his hand into my hair, fisting the strands, and guides me to the tip of his dick. I lick it, and he closes his eyes as he groans, low and husky-like.
The sound of it turns me on, and I can feel myself growing wetter by the second. My insides coil, and it eggs me on to get him off.
His eyes snap open and he watches as I play with the tip of his dick, letting my tongue roll over the engorged head. Then I suck it into my mouth.
“Fuck, Hart,” he growls out, his hand tightening on my hair. Like he can barely hang on.
I love that I’m the one making him feel this way. That he’s hard because of me. Nobody else. And he told me I’m pretty. Has he always felt that way?
Am I overthinking things?
Probably.
So, instead, I let myself get lost in the mechanics of making out with Paxton’s dick. And what a make-out session it is. I lick, suck, nibble, and hum along his hardness, and I can tell he’s loving every second by the way his groans intensify.