Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Because what, Tatiana?” Travis asks, coasting into an empty parking lot.
“Because the next three competitions are the hardest ones on my schedule.” I go with the vague approach. “I need to dominate, but I also need to relax. I can’t be at my best if I’m wound up this tight, you know?”
“Somewhat.” He leans over to unbuckle my seatbelt. Then he pulls me into his lap.
“How do you plan to relax tonight?” he whispers against my mouth before kissing me.
I can’t answer. I’m too entranced by the feel of his lips.
“Tell me,” he whispers again.
“Tell you what?”
“How—” He bites down on my bottom lip, gently tugging it forward with his teeth. “Do you plan to relax?”
“Oh…” I struggle to catch my breath. “I’ll probably take a bubble bath and read a few chapters of my favorite novel.”
“Hmmm.” He releases my lip. “Is that it?”
“If that doesn’t work, I’ll read a few chapters in my second-favorite book,” I say. “Then I’ll play chess online.”
He looks at me as if I’ve grown two heads.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“No wonder you’re so wound up,” he says. “You need to do something that doesn’t require you to think.”
“You mean, find someone to sleep with like you do?”
“You know, for a virgin, you think about sex a lot.” He smirks. “But no. For the record, I haven’t had sex in over a year.”
Ha! I snort. “I refuse to believe that. I’ve seen the way girls throw themselves at you.”
“Have you seen me catch any of them?”
“My stepsister said you used to take a different girl home after every fight.”
“I went with whoever offered to buy me dinner.” He smiles. “I was broke as shit, and I didn’t give a damn about chivalry when I was starving.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.” He trails a finger against my mouth before sliding his seat in reverse, sending me with him. Then he slips a hand through my curls.
“When’s the last time you fucked yourself?” he asks.
“Huh?” I suck in a breath. “What do you—”
“Mean?” He finishes my sentence with a smile. “When’s the last time you slid your fingers inside your pussy and made yourself come?”
My cheeks heat as he continues toying with my hair.
“I make myself come all the time,” I say. “Orgasms unravel easily for me.”
“Is that so?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” I shrug. “That’s technically what I was implying with the favorite book thing. I’ll reread the spiciest parts and use my other hand to envision the things being done to me.”
He looks as if he doesn’t believe a single word I’m saying.
“I’m not lying, Travis.” I’m lying my ass off. “Self pleasure is nothing new to me.”
“Okay.” He’s still smiling. “Then show me how it’s done.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” he says, his voice low. “Let me watch you play with your pussy.”
I swallow. “Here? Now?”
“Yes.” He nods. “Now.”
I remain frozen, certain he’ll laugh and say he’ll take my word on things, but no laughter leaves his lips.
Instead, he reaches behind me and pushes the steering wheel back, giving me more room in his lap. Then he slides his hands under my thighs and lifts me, positioning my ass on the edge of the dashboard.
“I’m waiting,” he says. “Is your pussy even wet yet?”
Soaking. “Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
I don’t answer him.
Blushing under his gaze, I push my leotard’s fabric to the side and press a finger against my dripping wet slit.
“You should use two fingers,” he says. “They won’t be as thick as my cock, of course, but one won’t get the job done at all.”
I oblige, rubbing my clit in a slow circle, watching him watch me.
Without warning, he leans forward and blows a kiss against my lower lips.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“Nothing.” My breath hitches as he blows against me once more.
“That’s a bit of a problem, Tati.” He looks up and into my eyes. “You can’t fully unwind if your mind isn’t in the right place.”
My fingers stall, and he taps my hand, silently commanding me to keep going.
“You should think about me pulling you down from this dashboard and making you sit on my cock,” he said. “And while I’m sucking on your tits, you’re riding me and begging me to fuck you harder.”
“But—”
“They’re just thoughts,” he says, kissing my stomach. “I have those about you all the time without ever acting on them. Unfortunately…”
“Okay.” I try to envision exactly what he’s mentioned, but I can’t focus on anything else at this moment. Not when he’s rubbing his hands against my thighs and looking at me this way.
My body stills as he covers my hand with his, as he whispers, “Would you like me to help you with this?”
I nod.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“I would like you to help me come.”
“Good girl.” He pushes my fingers out of the way and grips my hips.