Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“No,” I lied.
“I think it does. I think you like it when I become jealous and in control. Is that what you want Dallas? Control?” he said in a deep raspy tone that made me let out a sound I didn’t recognize. “Answer the question, Dallas.”
“No, I want you,” I said, in a yearning, whining voice. Sitting on my ass, leaning back on my elbows with my knees bent, allowed me to see him from his thighs up. I found myself opening and closing my legs constantly, and shuddering from the small relief it gave me.
“Be still,” he said sternly, making me afraid to breathe. In one swift movement his shirt was off and he was undoing his belt. My mouth went dry when I saw him without his shirt. His body was amazing and the way his muscles bulged, I would have sworn he had just got through bench pressing a Camry, if he had not been with me all day. Slowly he slid his belt off. For a minute I thought he was going to spank me with it, causing my legs to involuntarily come together again to find some relief. “You just can’t sit still can you?” He asked in that dark raspy voice again.
“I’m sorry,” I replied, my voice coming out too high pitched.
“Does this turn you on, Dallas?” he asked, holding up the belt in his left hand. I was scared to say anything, so I stared at him, closing my legs together once again hoping that would be answer enough. “Get up,” he said with so much authority in his voice I was sure there was a wet spot where I had been sitting. I scrambled off the bed and stood before him. He threw the belt into a chair by the bed and with more grace than I thought was possible, he climbed in the bed, crossed his ankles, and put his arms behind his head. “Since you can’t sit still, I thought maybe you would put those moves to good use.”
I started to shed my clothes and climb on top of him, but before I could, he reached over and grabbed the remote off the end table and powered up the Bose stereo on the dresser.
“Dance for me,” he said with a hint of challenge in his voice. The introduction to My Ruca by Sublime filled the room. Without question, I clambered onto the bed silently thanking the dance gods for the endless classes I had taken in high school and the fact that I had only two articles of clothing on other than my socks. I stood over him straddling his legs allowing my body to move in sequence with the bass as the song started. My body swayed as I turned my back to him and slowly pulled my shirt over my head, never losing rhythm. I let my hair down shaking the soft curls from side to side. I pulled my long hair to the front of my shoulders, just covering my nipples, but still making the bottom part of my breasts visible. I turned to face him once again wearing nothing but his sweats. When I looked down I could see him biting his lip and staring at my chest. The look he gave me fueled my confidence. I looped my fingers into my sweats, dropping them to my ankles making perfect timing with a break in the song.
Dropping to my knees, I leaned down and started kissing my way up his chest, grinding my ass to the beat of the bass. I could feel his thickness through his pants every time my pussy slid over him. He lifted my chin so I was staring into his eyes, then gathered my hair to one side of my head completely revealing my breasts, and pulled it to lower my mouth to his. Kissing me slowly but passionately, his hips started to flex, moving in rhythm with me. I could feel the dampness of his jeans from my juices, causing the fabric to roughen, intensifying the contact.
I started to grind harder, forgetting about the song completely, just looking for some kind of release. He sat up quickly and flipped me on my back. Removing the sweats from around my ankles and my socks, he started kissing the inside of my thighs. It felt so good my back arched off the bed. He took his time kissing his way up to my wet center, then when I thought for sure I would die, he ran his tongue between my lips making small circles on my clit. I came loudly, moaning and shuddering. It had been too long since a man had given me an orgasm, and never one this intense.
Once my moaning ceased he kissed his way up my stomach, making tiny nips with his teeth, and stopping to suck on my sensitive nipples before invading my mouth once again. I could taste my sweet juices on his lips making me want him even more. I looked down to realize he was naked lying on top of me. When did he take off his clothes? Assuming it was during the peak of my orgasm, I decided to not ruin the moment by asking.