Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
But rules are rules.
And even if they weren’t, I can hear the echo of her words loud and clear—sex complicates everything.
And sex can lead to regret.
I hate regret. And I hate the thought of Maeve regretting me. I won’t fuck her till I’m sure she won’t regret it. If, and it’s a big if, we ever sleep together, I don’t want her to tell me it was a mistake, to say we shouldn’t have done it, to backpedal in the morning.
I want to fuck her, and taste her, and please her, and make her come on my face and cock and fingers with no regrets.
This, though? This game? This I’ll allow.
I straddle her, my hard cock nearly touching her soft stomach from under the towel I’m wearing. I wrap a tie around her right wrist, binding her to the bed. Then her left, doing the same with that wrist. When I tug on the material, there’s a little bit of give, but not too much.
“Safe word?” I ask.
Her lips twitch. She takes her time, then she says, “Warm nuts.”
Fuck, I think I love her. I really do. But now is not the time to get lost in those thoughts. Or feelings that are far too fizzy for my own good. I dip my head so she can’t see the size of my smile. When I raise it, my smile burns off. I slide down her body, adjusting the towel I’m wearing. Half wondering why I’m even wearing a fucking thing at all. But maybe because she’s still in that shirt.
Settling between her thighs, I reach for a vibrator. “You said you need five, Maeve?”
“Yes,” she says, defiantly.
I start with the small one, sliding it onto my finger, then show her the vibrating pad. “Start counting,” I say.
She gasps, as I slide my finger between her spread thighs, running the pad against her swollen clit. Her gasp turns into a long whimper. Love the sound of it, but rules are rules.
“Count for me, Maeve,” I demand.
She swallows, shakes her head, murmurs, “One.”
“Good wife,” I say.
Then, she arches her back and moans so loudly, so recklessly that my dick pops out of the towel. I was hard already. Now I’m granite level since she’s lifting her hips and rocking into my finger. I fight to keep my voice even as I muse, “Is it like a tongue? I wonder?”
She cries out a breathy, “Yes.”
“Bet you’d like to be eaten, wouldn’t you?”
“So much,” she mutters.
How I fucking want to eat her. Bury my face between her thighs and feast. Instead, I turn off the Finger Puppet, then grab the Thruster. “Count again,” I tell her, holding up the long, thick toy.
She’s a mess already, hair wild, cheeks red, eyes shimmering. “Two,” she pants out.
“We have a way to go, Quick-Draw Maeve,” I say, then turn on the new device, rubbing the tip of it against that needy clit of hers.
Her wrists strain against the ties as she mutters a long, “Ohhhhhh.”
My dick thumps. My chest swells.
She arches up, stares fiercely at me. “Fuck me with it. Now.”
Tempting, but no. “So greedy,” I muse, then turn it up, sliding it through her slickness. “Like this?” It’s asked innocently.
It’s answered wantonly with a loud, “Inside me, you tease.”
“If you insist,” I say, then slide it inside her pussy, and my cells turn molten. She’s so wet, so hot that she takes it all easily.
Then, I turn it all the way up. And seconds later, she’s fucking it. Grinding down, riding it, seeking it out. And driving me wild.
“I’m close,” she pants.
I had a feeling she might be, and I could let her come. But I could also drag this out. I’m feeling like I want to edge her, so I turn it off.
She whimpers. “What did you do?”
“You said you need five,” I say, feigning innocence.
“Asher,” she warns me.
And since I really don’t want her to say warm nuts, I’m speedy as I switch to the circle vibe, sliding it into her sweet cunt, watching her take one curved end in while the other fits over her clit.
She arches her hips. Soon, she’s chanting. Begging. She’s close again. And I’m an asshole since I ease it out.
“You dick,” she mutters, thrashing around on the bed like she wants to throttle me.
“Oh, did you say dick?” I grab the rabbit-style one, brandish it.
She lifts her hips, spreads her legs wide open. My god, she’s going to be a dream to fuck. But then, she’s pretty much my dream girl. My heart hammers ruthlessly.
Settle the fuck down, man.
I try to clear the emotions cluttering my brain, focusing only on the physical. “Keep count,” I tell her, dangling the toy in front of her.
“Four,” she says, breathlessly.
“Such a good wife,” I praise, then I slide it inside her soaked pussy.