Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Some of the heat sizzling between us cools. My heart sinks in dismay. I don’t want him to stop. I want his hands on me. I want to be cherished and cared for. I want to fall apart in his arms.
My thighs part on their own, my body giving up the fight. “Please,” I beg, holding his gaze. The flames of desire fan between us, and I know the moment we touch, an explosion will take place. “Touch me.”
He weighs his options for half a second before leaning back in his chair. I watch his grip on the arms of the chair tighten. I can feel the weight of his gaze on my pussy, and I like it. “Lie back, take off your thong, and touch yourself.”
I don’t dare question him. I want this bad enough that I’ll do anything. With trembling hands, I grip the band of fabric and tug my soaked thong down my legs. I’m completely bare and at his mercy. I let my eyes flutter closed, shyness overtaking me. I try to sink into the moment while I slip a hand down my slim belly to alleviate the ache in my core.
“Open your eyes. I want to watch you and look into your eyes when you shatter. Now, show me how you made your pretty pussy come.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this. The crotch of his pants stands straight up for me. He could have any woman, like the hot blonde from the patio. Yet, it’s my pussy he’s staring at when I part my legs wider to give him a better view.
He doesn’t say a word. Then again, he doesn’t have to. The deep, vibrating groan that slips out gives everything away. And that’s all the courage I need. Holding a breath in my lungs, I drag a fingertip through my wet slit. Rivulets of pleasure zing along my spine. Callum’s gaze darkens, narrowing in on the movement, and his angular jaw tightens.
“Were you this wet for me that night?”
“Yes.” The words are tight with desire, excitement, and wonder. I watch with amazement as he comes undone, his white-knuckle grip on the chair telling me he would rather touch me.
“You’re just as perfect as I imagined. Did you play with your tiny clit? I bet you rubbed it furiously, wishing it was my tongue flicking it and my fingers in you. Didn’t you? You wished I was finger fucking you until you creamed on my face. Show me. Make yourself come.”
My body is a live wire; tension cracks in the air, ratcheting up with every stroke of my fingertip against my throbbing bundle of nerves.
He’s watching me. His dark gaze penetrates the deepest confines of my soul. The desire in those depths makes it hard for me to breathe.
I don’t think I have a choice to come or not. My pussy is tightening, my fingers coated, and wetness pools under my ass cheeks and down onto his desk. The tension is unbearable, and my heart is going to explode if it races like this much longer.
I need to come. I need to.
He’s watching me.
“Fuck, you’re making a mess of my desk with your pussy juices. But it’s okay. I’ll lick the fucking desk clean as soon as you wretch every drop out of yourself. Come for me, beautiful.”
“Oh, god.” I groan, my muscles tightening. I’m walking a tightrope of pleasure, and the end is in sight. Adding more pressure, I rub faster. The friction is enough to push me over the edge. “I’m close!” I gasp, whining. I’m needy, grinding my hips, beckoning him to take me.
“Stop.”
The singular word rings loud enough that I freeze with my finger against my clit. Just a little more pressure and I’d explode. Every muscle in my body grows taut. Did I do something wrong? Before I can timidly ask, he wheels himself flush with the desk and wraps his arms around my open thighs.
My gaze catches on the rapid rise and fall of his chest and his cheeks, which are tinged pink. “If you’re worried you did something wrong, you didn’t. In fact, you did everything right. I’m just a selfish prick with a need for control.”
I want to tell him he’s not, but I can’t make the words come out. I’m still caught up in the fact I was just cock-blocked.
He gives me a smile that I imagine the devil gives those who sell their soul to him. “Continue… you’re going to come for me, but only when I tell you that you can, and only for me. No one else will get to see this pussy, touch it, or lick it. If I find out anyone else has been inside you, touched you, or even thought about it from now on, the consequences will be grave. Do you understand?”