Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
She comes.
It’s even more spectacular than I imagined, the shocked ecstasy in her expression breathtaking.
I keep finger-fucking her until her pussy stops clenching, her thighs stop gripping.
She falls back on her hands behind her, panting. “Holy shit.”
I try to keep the smugness off my face. “Not bad, right?”
A laugh tumbles from her lips. I ease my fingers from her and tug her off the dryer, her legs straddling my waist. “That’s just my warm up.”
She weaves her fingers into my hair. “Conceited man.”
* * *
Miranda
Holy mountain man. Peel me off the face of the moon, because I’m still up there, a limp dishrag of floaty goodness. Pleasure still reverberates everywhere, but especially between my legs, my lady parts lit up and doing the Charleston to celebrate the glory of my first decent orgasm.
Ever.
I don’t even have much luck masturbating.
But Caleb played my body like a musician making love to his instrument.
He carries me into his bedroom and drops me onto a giant iron four-post bed. “I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, and I hear him running the sink in the bathroom, probably washing his hands.
A giddy excitement builds in my core as I realize there might be more to come. After all, he hasn’t been satisfied yet. Will he want me to suck him off?
It’s generally my least favorite thing to do, but for some reason, it feels different with him. Maybe because he just gave me the best orgasm of my life. When he comes back to the bedroom, his eyes glow bright. They’re not as dark as usual, appearing almost amber in color. He gives an animalistic growl and climbs up onto the bed, hooking his hands under my thighs and spreading me open.
A long lick and he settles between my legs, tongue working its magic again. Holy hell. Seriously? More cunnilingus? I’m not sure I can stand any more. My clit is so freaking sensitive now. Oh God, but it feels so good. I writhe on the bed beneath Caleb, his mustache and beard rubbing my skin raw as his tongue does wicked things to my lady parts. Heat reignites in my core, pours through my body. I pinch my own nipples—something I’ve never done before—and arch on the bed, wanton sounds spilling from my lips.
“Baby, you sound so good when I get you purring,” Caleb rumbles.
I reach for his head and push my dripping pussy into his face, needing even more. He chuckles and pulls away, and I nearly weep for the loss of him. He catches my wrists, pinning them in one of his large palms. “Doctor, you are so far from running this show.”
My brain scrambles, trying to decipher his meaning. I lick my lips. “So y-you’re one of those guys who has to be in charge?” The warble in my voice nullifies any challenge I meant to infuse in my words.
His smile is wicked. Knowing. He climbs up a bit and pins my wrists above my head. “Interlace your fingers, Doctor.”
I freaking love that he calls me Doctor. “Wh-why?”
He rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb. I feel it between my legs. “You wanna see what else I can do?”
Yep, he pretty much has me as his slave now. I’d do anything to find out what else he can do. Even if it’s totally demeaning.
I stare up at him. I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life, and yet I also feel perfectly safe. Protected, even. I nod and slowly twine my fingers together.
“Now you keep those hands on your head, Doctor. If they come off, you’re going to get another spanking.” The wicked twist of his lips is so sexy.
Caleb, you kinky bastard! He’s like a different man—all traces of grumpiness gone, replaced by dark seduction.
He tangles his fingers over mine on top of my head and nudges my face to the side to expose my neck. He drags his open mouth down the column of my neck to my shoulder, where he gently bites me. Then his tongue makes a reappearance, dragging along my collarbone to the hollow of my throat, then between my breasts.
I rock my hips against nothing, growing desperate for more. For a release. For all of it. He grazes my right nipple with his teeth and I jerk, but he immediately laves away the sting with his tongue.
My body trembles, eager for more, desperate to know what comes next. He takes his time, moving to the next nipple, sucking, kissing, nipping.
I want to reach for him—not with any conscious plan—just to participate, to connect, but I remember in time not to untangle my fingers.
“Caleb, I can’t stand it,” I sob. “Please.”
He sits back on his heels and strums my clit idly with his thumb. “What’s the matter, Doctor? You need to come again?”
I nod quickly. “Yes.” I look down at the bulge in his jeans. “Are you going to, um…”