Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“That’s right. Yes, take me deep again.” Fighting the urge to thrust my hips up or push his head down, I concentrated on our connection and giving him everything he needed from me. “Such a good cocksucker. I’m so proud of you, pet.”
It could’ve gone either way, but luckily for me, it had him swallowing my dick down to the base with a whine. The sexy vibrations and the needy way he whined as he sucked pushed me right to the edge. I’d been hard since I’d picked him up and I’d known from the first moment his lips touched my cock that I wouldn’t last.
“You want my cum, pet? You want to see what a good cocksucker you are?” There was too much enthusiasm in his skills for this to be just about sucking on me, so I knew something in him was focused on my orgasm more than any oral fixation.
Yep.
He whined as his head bobbed and he pulled off enough to take a breath before swallowing me deep again.
And since I was a very generous Master, I gave him exactly what he wanted.
As his throat tightened around my cock, I stopped fighting the pleasure and exploded down his throat. That seemed to make him even more eager and he made the sexiest sounds as he kept working my cock like he wanted to keep my orgasm going on forever.
When it was too much, all it took was a finger on his cheek for him to release me, and that was just the sexiest fucking thing ever. I’d make sure to praise him for it later, but for the time being, I just tucked my cock back in my boxer briefs and pulled him up onto my lap.
Before his brain could kick back into gear and start questioning anything, I gave him a soft kiss and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tight. “Thank you, pet. That was incredible, but I mean thank you for every part of our night so far.”
He hid his flushed cheeks against me, but instead of worries coming to the surface, he let out a quiet sigh and snuggled closer. “Don’t worry. I won’t panic yet.”
Laughing, I gave his ass a tap and smiled as he squeaked. “No panicking at all. You were so fucking sexy and so perfect, I forbid any kink panic.”
That got a giggle out of him. “You forbid it, huh?”
“Yep, Dom’s privilege. No panicking shall be allowed. We’re going to cuddle and then look at pups and kiss some more.” And then I’d make sure he got home safely because we’d both had a long day and my morning would come early.
“Yes, Master.” He pressed a kiss to my neck and did a happy little squirm that just needed a tail to be completely adorable. “You make the rules, so I can’t argue.”
“Not if you want more rewards for being good on our next date.” His little squeak said he was definitely going to work on being very good.
I was the luckiest Dom ever.
And we were going to have the best third date ever…well, maybe third.
Chapter 12
Payton
“No, this is not the time or the place.” I refused to even look at the romance or erotica sections as I headed toward the self-help books.
I had a job to do and it wasn’t researching my new self-discoveries, but I had to admit I was tempted to wander in that direction for just a moment.
It couldn’t hurt. I’d just—
“If you keep saying such weird shit when you talk to yourself, I’m going to start asking what you’re talking about.” Amanda’s stern voice had me nearly jumping out of my skin but the grin she was wearing when I whipped my head around said she was just fucking with me. “Either plan your grocery list like the rest of us or stop tempting me.”
Grasping at the flimsy excuse for my mental wandering as I held up the nutrition books I had stacked slightly precariously in my hands, I raised one eyebrow. “This isn’t the time or place to be evaluating my diet or dinner plans.”
There really wasn’t anything wrong with wanting crap once in a while no matter what the book on top wanted to make me think. Dreaming about a steak and fabulous mac and cheese all afternoon did not make me weak.
Her smirk said she didn’t believe my excuse for a second but she nodded anyway since she knew she’d been beaten. “It’s a stupid book but it sells incredibly every holiday that’s based around food and guilt.”
She was insane but probably not wrong in this case.
“Then in a few weeks, we do a window based around goals and turning your year around?” I could work with that. Maybe throw in some easy fitness books and something about rewarding good habits.