Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
His cock was hard and warm and filled her hands completely. Now that it was fully erect, the purplish head was extended well past the elastic of his underwear. It was beautiful, she thought, as she stroked it. Smooth and rigid yet slightly yielding when she squeezed it. He let out a moan every time she did just that. She reveled in the fact that this huge man, with his lethal hands and training to kill could be rendered basically helpless by such a small, unimposing woman.
It felt good to please him. This was true, but she was struck by how much it pleased her, as well. She squeezed the thick shaft and wondered what it would be like to have it inside her. And he would do it. Any time she asked. Or not do it if she said no. There was power in that, to be sure, but also a sense of absolute safety. She ran her thumb along the slicked head with one hand and rubbed the length of it with the other until he tensed, the signal he was close to finishing.
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Chris kept his eyes closed and focused on his woman’s clever little hands. She was using both of them with a fair amount of skill. He made a mental note in the back of his mind to take her to a bookstore and let her load up with romance novels. It didn’t take long for his load to come up.
Hayley bade him to sit still and headed toward the bathroom. She returned with a washcloth and Chris leaned back against the couch and watched her wipe his stomach carefully. When she was done he caught her wrist, took the cloth from her and tossed it onto the coffee table. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her, resting his right hand on her knee. “Hayley,” he murmured against her mouth.
“Hmm?” she asked, in between kissing.
“Can I touch you?” She paused, pulling back from him a little, but he didn’t let her go. “I’ll be gentle, Hayley. I promise. I can do gentle.”
She looked at him for a long moment and he thought she might say no but instead she nodded. He brought his mouth down on hers again and began rubbing the inside of her knee. When her lips parted for him, he began his careful invasion. First his tongue, running along her lower lip, and then slipping into her mouth. She sighed contentedly. Encouraged, his hand slowly moved up her thigh. He waited patiently, devouring her mouth, until she finally spread for him.
He felt her heat through her shorts and rubbed first one finger, then two, along her core until he’d pushed the fabric in enough to locate her slit. She moaned and shifted her hips, enjoying his ministrations. He tucked his index finger into the waistband of her shorts, pulled, and slid his hand inside, over her panties. When his fingertips again sought her out, she was damp, even through the fabric.
“Are you wet, Hayley?” he asked quietly. She whimpered in response. “Wet from stroking me?” He pressed a fingertip against her and she gasped, lifting her hips against his hand. God. She was. She’d been just as turned on while giving him a handjob as he’d been to receive it. It was as he suspected. All the parts worked. Big time. Frustrated, Hayley grabbed his hand and held it against her. “Easy, baby,” he crooned. “We’ll get there,” he assured her. “Together. Show me, Hayley. Show me what you need. Use my hand.”
Hayley tucked both their hands directly into her panties. When their entwined fingers parted her swollen lips, Chris felt wetness. No. No just wet. Soaked. Hayley was soaking wet and the heat of her was intense. He couldn’t remember encountering a woman this ready, this starved for touch. She nudged him forward and he slipped his middle finger into her. She cried out. If he’d had any doubts that she’d been untouched for five years, which he didn’t, or if he’d somehow forgotten, which he hadn’t, it was absolutely obvious in that moment. She was tight. Tighter than he’d ever experienced before. If she ever touched herself this way, it certainly couldn’t have been often and he doubted she had anything like a toy.
She was desperate for him, holding his wrist and trying to move against his hand. “Shhh,” he told her to settle her down. “Easy now. You’re so tight, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He twisted his hand a little and pressed his thumb against her mound which caused an immediate reaction but then relaxed her a little as she now felt confident she was going to get what she needed.
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Hayley’s eyes were closed and she couldn’t believe what she felt. It was incredible. Chris, a man who, because of his size and demeanor she normally wouldn’t even speak to unless it was absolutely necessary was touching her, stroking her most sensitive flesh and true to his word, he was so gentle she wanted to cry. This man’s hands, strong and lethal, were also tender and generous, hands that would only ever touch her to squeeze, stroke, and caress. She was his, she felt it now, opening her tenderest part to him, begging for his touch. But he was also hers. He’d said that, hadn’t he? You’re mine and I’m yours. What would it be like to have a man like this to touch her whenever she needed it? A man who could so easily hurt or even kill her but would only treat her with kindness and respect?