Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
She could kiss this man forever. If this was some desperate dream she was having, she didn’t want to wake up.
He eased her back, spreading her legs and making a place for himself there. He stared down at her as he managed to rip the condom wrapper open and start sheathing his cock. “You are too gorgeous for me. Say it again, Devi. Tell me you want me. I’m nothing but a soldier in the end. I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise if you let me, I’ll worship the damn ground you walk on.”
It sounded perfect to her, and she was surprised he was so romantic. It made her heart flutter, but she didn’t want this to move so fast he got scared off. He was in the heat of the moment. He didn’t mean it. “I think you have a lot to offer, Sir. I think it’s going to be lovely to be your sub.”
He moved over her, and then that big dick of his was pressed to her pussy. “You’re going to be my sweet sub. I’m going to take care of you.”
He thrust inside her, and she gasped at the fullness. She was so wet there was no pain at all, but he was big and filled her up in a way she’d never been before. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed inside her again.
“You feel so fucking good,” Zach groaned. He stared into her eyes. “So right.”
She let her arms drift around his neck, looking back up at him. He was so lovely. If he wasn’t in the military, she would talk him into letting that jet black hair grow out so it would be slightly shaggy and she could run her fingers through it. “Back at you, Sir.”
He fucked her in earnest now, his big body working over hers. He let himself go, and it was feral and wild and everything she hadn’t known she needed. She held on while he pushed her higher and higher. This time she’d didn’t hold back. When his cock hit the right place deep inside her, she let out a shout. She let her nails bite into him, and he simply growled and fucked her harder.
She came twice before he gave over and let himself go. His hands tangled in her hair as he held himself deep inside her, giving up everything he had.
That big body came down on hers, his head finding the crook of her neck. “That did not suck.”
Oh, but he had, and it was glorious. “It did not suck, Sir.”
She smoothed her hands down his back.
He lay there for a moment and then another, and a feeling of peace settled on Devi. He was correct. This felt different. It felt right. How could she fit so effortlessly with this man when most of her other relationships had been awkward, at least in the beginning?
Were they starting a relationship? Or had that been play, too? They hadn’t set parameters.
He sighed and shifted off her. “Be right back. Whatever is going through your head now, stop.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He stood and pulled the condom off, tying it neatly. “Sweetness, it means you are easy to read and while you were perfectly happy for a couple of minutes there, you got stiff, and I could feel the distance. Stop it. I don’t like it. I know it’s fast, but I don’t like you pulling away from me, especially when I don’t know why.”
He walked into the bathroom. She heard him turn on the sink.
Well, he didn’t hold back.
And he didn’t like distance between them.
She sat up but didn’t bother covering herself. She wasn’t going to fuck this up with her insecurities. When he walked back in, she let him pull her into his arms and lie back.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Devi.”
She let herself listen to the strong beat of his heart for a second. “I was wondering if all the contract talk was just play.”
He squeezed her tight, like he didn’t want to think about letting her go. “No. And I know it was too soon. I knew it the moment I said it. I don’t want to scare you off. We don’t have to have a contract. We don’t have to be anything but friendly, if that’s what you want. I would really like to see you again. Not in the club. I mean I want to see you in the club, too, but I want to… I don’t know, be out in the world with you. My life is a series of scenes. At least that’s what it feels like at times. I’m always playing a role. I don’t want to do that with you.”
Or she was completely wrong and he was being honest and vulnerable with her. “I like a contract, Sir. I don’t think I need wholesome dates to know I would like to sub for you.”