Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
“That’s what I wanted.” He placed a kiss on her pussy before standing up and looming over her.
Without the overgrown Brian beside him for comparison, she could see how big Dare was. Big and strong, with a lean, muscular chest and beautifully made shoulders. He’d carried her like she didn’t weigh a thing. Now he looked like some dark god standing over her, ready to demand his pleasure.
She would give it to him. The man had earned it. And she’d been serious before. She wanted his cock in her mouth, wanted to pleasure him every bit as much as he had her.
But this was a bossy Sir, and she would have to wait.
“Sit up, Tasha.”
The deep timbre of his voice had her doing his bidding despite the fact that she could sink into this bed. She felt boneless from the orgasm, but she managed to sit up. She found herself right at chest level and allowed her hands to skim his lean waist as she nuzzled him.
“So affectionate,” he murmured.
“Yeah. An orgasm will do that to me,” she admitted, though the truth of the matter was she was an affectionate person in her routine life. She’d been hugged a lot as a kid, and it made her cuddly. “It’s been a long time since I felt this good, Dare. I needed that.”
The world and all her responsibilities had fallen away, and she could breathe for a moment. There was no anxiety in this place, no questions running through her head. She was able to focus on her body and his. Nothing else.
His hands sank into her hair. “I’m glad. Now you can focus on me.”
She perked up, tilting her head toward him to show how genuinely enthusiastic she was. “I can do that.”
His head shook, and he leaned over to brush his lips against her forehead. “You know exactly how to make me feel good. Now I want you to carefully lower the zipper of my jeans.”
Her attention focused down on the fly of his denims. His cock was pressed against them, tenting the pants out. There was a reason he’d used the word careful. Gently she unhooked the fly and started to ease the zipper down. He wore white boxers under his jeans that contrasted with the tan of his skin. She let her fingers slip between the boxers and his hips, gently shoving them down and freeing his cock. His beautiful, straining cock.
His hands were smoothing over her hair as she let her fingertips brush over him for the first time. The muscles of his stomach contracted, but he managed to stay still as she explored him. She palmed his cock, loving the feel of silky skin covering that hard muscle she would enjoy soon. She stroked him, feeling him strain to stay still. When she looked up, his eyes were closed, jaw straight and tight. There was such power in this position.
“I think you’re beautiful, Dare.” It was only the truth. She’d been taught that it was important to be honest with her partner about what she didn’t like and more importantly, what she did.
His eyes opened, an infinite warmth in his gaze. “I think you’re everything, Tasha, and if you don’t stop that, I’m going to come in your hand.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with that.” She kept stroking him. Her hand moved from his plum-shaped cockhead to the strong base and back again. Leisurely. Like they had all the time in the world. “I bet you have a gorgeous bathroom in this monstrosity. We can clean up and then get dirty again. I’m in no hurry.”
He stepped back and started taking off the rest of his clothes. He toed out of his sneakers. “We’ll get to that bathroom, and yes, it is spectacular. But I’m not coming in your hand. I’m going to get inside you, sweetness. I’m going to make you come for me again and again until you fall asleep, and in the morning, I’ll do it all over again.”
That sounded perfect. Except for the morning part. She would have to leave. Maybe she could wait a few hours, get back to base around noon or so. She shoved the thoughts out of her head. There wasn’t a place for them tonight. Tonight she didn’t run a CIA team. There was no mission to prepare for, no targets to acquire. Tonight she was simply Tasha, Dare’s play partner for the evening. The only thing that mattered was enjoying herself and ensuring his pleasure.
If he wanted to fuck her, she was ready. He’d made sure she was. Her nipples hardened again, and she felt a pleasant rush of arousal as she watched him go to what had to be the bathroom. He was back in seconds with a condom in hand. She moved up on the bed and spread her legs like the good sub she was, ready and eager for whatever her Master could give her. In this case, a spectacular cock.