Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 52355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
I may combust. His voice is deep and authoritative, but there’s a note of tightness to it. From the rock-hard feel of his erection against my leg, he’s also worked up, but he shows no sign of ending this delicious torture.
He trails the backs of his knuckles down my spine, his touch feather soft. I fist the bedsheet as his fingers graze over my ass, using all my self-control to keep from moving.
When he slides a single finger inside my pussy, I moan loudly, digging my knees into the mattress.
“So wet, Mila. Everyone else will see a prim little boss in a business suit when they look at you, but I’ll be thinking about this wet pussy.”
He strokes his finger over my folds and I bury my face in a pillow to swallow the loud cry I let out. I’m so close. I don’t know how he can bring me to the edge with just his words and his fingers.
I’m seconds away from coming when he moves his hand back to my legs, caressing my thighs as I groan in desperation.
“Come here,” he says, moving to a sitting position in bed, his back against the headboard with a pillow behind it.
I stare at him hungrily for a couple of seconds, hoping he’s going to let me straddle him and ride him until I come, which won’t take long.
“You want to ride my cock?” he asks, the corners of his lips tugging up in a smirk.
I nod eagerly, not caring how desperate I look. I need to finish what he started. My body is humming with arousal, my nipples hard and my skin tingling.
“First you need to suck it,” he says, wrapping a hand around his shaft.
He’s flawless. His eyes are the dark, stormy blue I remember from our wedding night, his gaze raking over me like a wolf studying its prey. His long, lean body is all muscle.
I move between his legs, about to lower my head to his lap when he says, “No, I want you over here.”
I move to his side and kneel on the bed, licking the head of his shaft. I want to make him as crazed as he makes me.
“Ass in the air,” he orders, and I comply immediately.
He groans as I work my mouth and my hand over him at the same time, running his palm across my ass. The deeper I take him, the harder he breathes, and I feel high as I listen to his sounds of satisfaction.
There’s no one and nothing else in the world. No schedules or meetings. Just the two of us, our bodies coming together to find an ecstasy we could never find alone.
“You’re so fucking good at that,” he says, moving his hand over my back and into my hair.
He grabs a handful and guides my head up and down. I’m achy and needy, wanting his hand back on my ass.
Never in my life have I asked for anything in bed. When I want something, I take it. But Colby has helped me discover how much I enjoy being submissive in bed with him. I crave more of him reminding me he’s in control.
I decide not to overthink it. Instead, I slide my mouth off of his shaft and look at him. His lips part and I can see how much he wants my mouth back on him.
“Spank me,” I say.
His brows shoot up. “Lay across my lap.”
My pulse pounds with excitement as I move, my midsection on his thighs. He circles his palm over my ass, the memory of his fingers inside me making me clench. I wait, not even breathing, for the first smack.
I’ve never wanted this from any other man, but I want it so bad from him that a cry of frustration sounds as I wait. He raises his hand and brings it back down, but it’s just a light touch. I turn my face to look at him.
“It’s okay. I want it. Spank me hard.”
Conflict swims in his eyes as I wait. He doesn’t move his hand again.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
He looks away, his voice cold. “I’m not spanking you.”
Anger forms in a tight ball in my chest. I’ve eagerly complied with everything he’s wanted in bed, and he won’t do the one thing I asked for? The self-consciousness I feel for asking him to spank me engulfs me.
I move off of him. “I don’t know what to say. I thought we’d both like it.”
“You just can’t let me take the lead, can you?” he says bitterly. “Not even with sex.”
I sit up, covering my chest with the bedsheet. What the hell is happening here? We went from the edge of bliss to a confrontation in a matter of seconds.
“You’ve taken the lead with pretty much everything involving sex,” I say defensively. “I had no idea it was such a buzzkill for me to say anything. Am I just here to silently suck you off?”