Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Gage put an arm around me so that I could lean in against him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said, thinking of his ribs.
“You won’t,” he replied, taking his other hand and dragging me against him.
Fine. I would just be careful. His bare chest and raised scar from the knife, which was still angry-looking but closed up now, held my attention. I’d touched his semen earlier because I really wanted a reason to feel his stomach. Now, I wanted to run my hands over his pecs and see how his hard chest felt under my fingertips.
“In the mood for a horror film tonight?” he asked me as he flipped through the movie options on the television.
Sitting downstairs in the living room was new for me. I’d barely even been in this room when I was here before. Gage had his cast on a large ottoman in front of him with his other foot on the floor. The cutoff sweatpants he wore hung low on his waist, giving me a view of the cut, defined V below his stomach.
“Shiloh?”
“Yeah?” I asked, tearing my eyes off his bare chest and stomach to meet his gaze.
“Horror movie?” he asked, a smile teasing his lips. He’d caught me.
I nodded my head.
“Just so we’re clear,” he said, reaching over and taking my hand, then placing it on his chest, “you can touch me anywhere at any time.”
That was entirely too much temptation. I looked at my hand on his chest, and he flexed beneath me. A small laugh bubbled up, and I glanced back up at his face. Lord, this man was pretty.
“Go ahead. Explore,” he goaded me.
I slowly ran my gaze down his neck and broad shoulders. Gently, I ran my fingertips over the pec that was furthest away from his knife wound. He felt like smooth stone under soft, warm skin. I splayed my palm against his skin and ran it down over each hard ripple of his abs.
“Fuuuck,” he whispered.
I paused, and my eyes flew back to his face. His jaw was clenched tight, and his eyes were on my hand. I moved my hand lower but continued to watch his face. The moment I slipped fingers beneath the sweats, his jaw went slack.
My fingertips were barely inside the waistline when I felt the swollen head of his erection. He stopped breathing, and that only urged me on. I continued to feel the deep cut in his lower stomach by sliding my hand underneath his rigid length, all the way to the patch of hair. Running my fingers from one side to the other without touching more. His breathing became short and quick. I could see his stomach rise and fall with each one.
Unable to continue torturing him, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and slid it up slowly. Gage jerked his hips and muttered a curse, then pushed the sweats down so he could see my hand on him.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” he groaned.
I ran my hand over the pearlescent liquid seeping out of the top and used it as lube. Gage spread his legs wider and bit his bottom lip as he watched me. This was new for me, and I knew how it worked. I just wasn’t sure if I was doing it all right.
“Damn.” His voice was husky. “Squeeze it harder, baby.”
“Like this?” I asked, looking at him for approval.
“Yeah, fuck. Yeah, like that,” he said. His hand slid under my shirt. “Take this off. Bra too. I want to see your tits while you do this.”
The power I felt, being able to make him feel like this, was a heady rush. I pulled my shirt off, then unhooked my bra, letting it fall down my arms. When his eyes locked on my breasts, I trembled. Leaning over, I took him back in my hand and continued to stroke him, using the liquid leaking from the head to make my hand slide easier and faster.
Gage squeezed one of my breasts in his hand, and I let out a small cry as he pinched a nipple hard.
“God, I love your tits,” he growled, lifting his hips and pushing his cock into my hand with a thrust. “Faster, baby,” he begged.
I tightened my grip and began to focus on making this feel good for him. He continued playing with my breasts, but I didn’t let it distract me.
“Get on your knees between my legs,” he growled.
I moved down to the floor, and he opened his legs wider.
“I want to shoot my load all over those pretty pink nipples.”
The fierce look on his face as he drew closer to his climax was making me throb harder. I squirmed some, needing the friction there as I felt him swell in my hand.
“FUCK!” he roared, taking his cock from my hand and pumping it hard as he aimed each stream of cum at my breasts. His eyes looked wild while he watched it.