Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“I need you to do something for me, Bria, while I go in the other room.”
“Hmm?” she murmurs, tilting her head up at me in that sassy way, even as a note of shyness tries to make itself known in her expression.
But I can read my woman so damn well, read her desire to push aside the nerves and sink fully and unashamedly into her sassiness. I can see how desperately she wants to push aside the anxiety and simply be in this moment, in the now of us, just us.
Forever.
“Take off your clothes and lie on your front on the bed. I’m going to take my time on that sweet curvy body of yours. And I’m going to give you the best damn massage of your life.”
She giggles, even as a shiver of lust moves through her.
I can’t wait to catalog her every type of shiver, the pleasure which moves through her in endlessly shifting shades. The rest of our lives are going to be a truly special thing.
“I’ve never had a massage before.”
I smirk as I lean down, placing my lips against her cheek softly. “Okay then, Miss Sassy, then it will definitely be the best massage of your life. Now, are you going to be a good girl and do as you’re told? Or do you need some persuasion?”
Sliding my hand down her body, I squeeze onto her leg, letting out a snarl when her mouth twists in pleasure. There it is, the signal that scorches through her every time our bodies come into contact.
It’s my job – as her man, her partner, her protector – to keep her aflame when it’s time for me to claim her tight young slit.
“Are you going to do as you’re told?” I snarl.
“Yes, yes,” she whimpers, shivering against me.
“Good girl.”
I turn and stride from the room, closing the door behind me. My whole body is pumping and full of animal impulses, trying to command me to charge back in there.
Closing my eyes, I take a breath in an effort to send calming waves through my body.
But it’s no good.
My cock is still stiff and rock hard, my helm bulging, my muscles tense and pressing forcefully against my skin.
I think about the fear in Tyler’s face – the fear that didn’t leave for the rest of the day, even in-between takes. He’s lucky I didn’t dismantle him on the spot for daring to talk about my woman like that, but I know he’ll never make the same mistake again, never even dream of talking about my woman like that.
Nobody will.
Nobody has that right.
“Um, Braden?” she calls, her voice shaky.
Lust and nervousness and hope all wage a war in her tone.
“I’m ready,” she says after a moment.
I push the door open to find her on the bed, lying on her front like I demanded. The candlelight flickers off her naked body, bouncing over her round mouth watering ass cheeks. Her pussy winks at me, as I get closer, catching the flames’ light and making her hole glisten.
Fuck.
My hands are trembling as I walk around to the edge of the bed, leaning down, ready to softly rub her skin.
“You have no fucking idea how beautiful you are,” I growl, unable to stop my voice from shaking as much as my hands. “You’re perfect, Bria. My perfect angel.”
She twists her head, looking up at me, with that uncertain note I recognize from last time.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, reading her expression like I’ll always be able to. “Just close your eyes and relax. I’m just going to give you a massage.”
At first.
But I don’t add that part.
My balls are like metal spheres, heavy and difficult to ignore in my pants, telling me to push away the niceties and to go full goddamned alpha on her.
But I force myself to bring my hands slowly to her shoulders, to knead and massage her flesh.
She makes soft moaning noises as I sink my hands into her skin, the noises traveling through me and making my cock somehow harder. I would’ve thought that was impossible, but it’s like I’m going to explode right here and now.
I spend lots of time on her back, rubbing until her moaning starts to become more insistent.
There’s something so damn sassy and sexy about the way she’s moaning, the urgent undertone as though she wants to scream at me to play with her hole but she can’t summon the confidence.
Fuck her now. Fuck her hard. Fuck her until she has no choice but to cream all over your dick.
I caution myself to go slow, to rub her sweet body until she’s almost at the point of a quivering release.
She shifts and starts wriggling, rubbing her thighs together.
I’m not sure how much time has passed since I moved from her shoulders to her back, but it feels like a damn long time, like hours have whispered by as I’ve tried to hold myself back. From the way Bria whimpers and wriggles, I can tell she feels the same.