Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 119184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
He leans back and meets my gaze, his eyes hot and heavy and dark.
He doesn’t ask with words—not when his glance is so demanding.
Holding his gaze, I slide off his lap and stand in front of him. The blinds are down over his enormous windows for evening, but part of me wishes they were open.
Let the whole world see.
Let Seattle know that Brady Pruitt only has eyes for me.
I hook my thumbs under my pants, and his hand covers mine.
“Off,” he orders.
My lips quirk up in a smile, slow and sensual.
A challenge?
I never could resist.
This man is about to find out exactly what kind of girl I want to be.
I bite my lip as I turn, wiggling my ass as I slowly ease my pants down with his big hand guiding mine. It would be better if I were wearing something genuinely sexy instead of slumming it in old jeans and a faded T-shirt, but from the way he inhales raggedly, I’d say it does the job.
My pussy aches.
I think if we stopped right now, I’d be deranged, tormented by the female equivalent of blue balls.
His eyes are fixed and hungry when I turn around to look at him, still sitting there with a bulge tenting his jeans.
Knowing how big that cock is, there’s something even more powerful about the way I see his fingers twitch.
“Touch me?” I circle my nipples.
He licks his lips like a tiger.
Fingers shaking, I slide a finger between my legs, skimming over my mound, just enough to destroy him.
Holy hell, I’m wet. My panties have an annoying weight that makes me want them gone faster.
His gaze brands me from head to toe as he takes in his offering.
Then his hand slides between my legs, rough fingers pushing through drenched fabric, stroking my swollen pussy for the first time.
Stars.
My vision starts swimming with embers.
The shock makes my knees buckle.
“Yeah, baby girl. Just like that.” I don’t understand what he means until I realize he’s holding me up.
He’s supporting me, and I’m grinding on his hand.
His other hand goes to his erection, and he squeezes like it’s physically hurting him. “My turn. Are you ready for this cock, Sass?”
Oh, I like that.
“Say that again,” I whisper, stepping forward and kneeling between his legs. “And ask me really nicely.”
“Sass, I asked if you were fucking ready.” His breath skips as I undo his belt, then the top button of his jeans.
The zipper comes next, peeling his jeans open.
I slow down, deliberating, loving the hot need in his eyes.
When I eventually wrap my hand around the smooth velvet of his cock, we both groan.
Like I said, absolute monster.
Somehow, he’s even bigger than he felt under me before. Veiny and thick and magnificent, a bead of moisture at the tip, a human battering ram made for punishment.
But have I been bad enough?
Have I made Brady Pruitt want to destroy me?
Bending down, I run my tongue up his shaft, instantly drunk on his taste. Earthy salt and skin.
His hips buck sharply.
“Fuck, Lena!” he rasps. His hand tangles in my hair, taking a handful.
It’s intoxicating to have a man this big go boneless, unable to do anything but sit in front of me and take what I’m giving him.
His fingers pull my hair, guiding me down again, and I open my mouth, taking him in.
Or trying.
I’m lucky if I can get halfway down without choking.
My eyes burn from the way he occupies the back of my throat.
But the way he looks at me with feral restraint makes me feel beautiful. And so powerful, too, even if he’s the one who’s really in control.
I like having him in the palm of my hand.
“When I’m done,” I say, spitting and pumping him with my hand. “I want you to bend me over and fuck me into the sofa.”
“Careful, woman, or I will make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Shit.” He swears under his breath as I take him in my mouth again. “Solemn as a marriage vow.”
The ludicrous thought makes me laugh all over again, and he smooths a thumb over my cheek. A silent reassurance that even though this has devolved into pure power play, he’s still with me, willing to give and take.
“Whatever you need,” he rumbles, his hips rolling as I run my tongue over his tip. “As long as you let me touch you.”
It’s been too long since I’ve been with a man.
As fun as toys are, they just don’t hit the mark. But it’s been so hard finding a man I trust.
“I think you know what.” I rise, wiping my mouth as I go, and start to straddle him before I hesitate. “Have you been tested?”
“Regularly. All clear.” He grimaces, one hand coming to my waist. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I don’t get around as often as people think these days.”