Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Wipe that look off your face, Mister,” she laughed. “You’re going to make this impossible for me to finish.”
I pantomimed zipping my mouth closed and throwing away the key, causing her lips to twitch.
She took a seat at the table, her ass falling into the chair with a hard thump as the backs of her bare thighs met the cool wood of the seat.
Leaning back in her seat and lifting her head, she looked at me for a full minute before she started to explain.
“I found this certain post that asked what the sexiest thing was about your man. So I started to read, and a lot of them were very unique. Mine, however, was not,” she hedged.
I tapped my long fingers on the table as I waited for her to explain, but when she remained silent, I lost patience.
Leaning forward in my chair, I yanked her to me until she had no other choice but to sit in my lap or lean into me.
She chose to go down onto her knees and lean into me, making everything in my chest start to tighten as those vulnerable eyes looked up at me with pleading in them.
Tangling my fingers in her hair, I leaned forward and growled. “Tell me.”
Her pupils dilated, and she licked her lips.
“It’s your voice,” she whispered.
“What’s my voice?” I persisted.
She took a shaky breath.
“Your voice is what turns me on,” she explained. “And, at first, I thought it was really funny hearing what some of these women found so arousing, but then I got to thinking. What was it about you that aroused me the most?”
I waited, and she continued without me needing to tell her.
“So, as I was taking one of my naps today, I got to thinking,” she continued. “At first, I was just thinking about what it was about you that turned me on so much. Then I got to thinking about some of the things we’d done together, things that made a big impression on me. Things I still think about to this day.”
“What was it?” I prodded.
“Your voice, that time when you tied me up.” She licked her lips. “And, umm, yeah. When you put that blindfold on me. I still remember the sound of your voice when you whispered all those dirty things to me. I’ve never come that hard in my life, you know, um, that time.”
It’d been a good time.
I remembered it. Vividly.
It was one of those memories that I replayed in my mind over and over again on the lonely nights that I was by myself, only me and my hand to keep me company.
“Keep going,” I rasped, licking my lips as I watched her.
“And so I wanted to see if it was true. Wanted to know if it was the sound of your voice that made me…you know.” She swallowed, knowing I was going to force her to continue.
“Finish,” I said through gritted teeth.
She wiggled, and I had to close my eyes to urge my throbbing erection to be patient.
“So I turned on the radio you left in my truck…to listen for your voice,” she finished on a rush.
A grin spread over my lips.
“And did it?” I questioned her.
“Did it what?” she hedged.
“Do it for you?” I pulled her hair so her eyes came to mine.
When they did, I saw the raw emotion there. Saw her need, her desire.
“Yes.”
Her answer was barely audible, but I heard it. I didn’t need to know whether or not she did anything. I knew she did.
Which was a big no-no.
Standing her up, I pointed to the chair and said, “Eat.”
Her back stiffened.
She frowned at the abrupt move, but sat down in her chair.
Her face betrayed every single emotion that ran through her.
Disappointment. Anger. Lust.
They were all there, and I nearly smiled as I ate my food, not even tasting how delicious it was in my excitement as I thought about what I was going to do.
No, my mind was elsewhere, mainly on the fact that once she finished her food, we were going to play.
For hours.
My plate clean and belly full, the moment she placed her fork down signaling that she was done, I yanked her into the living room behind me.
“Strip,” I ordered her, circling my finger in her direction to get her moving faster.
When she continued to stare at me like I’d lost my mind, I took a large step forward and grabbed her shirt by the hem.
When I went to tear it off her body, she pushed at me.
“I’ll do it!” she scolded. “This is one of my favorite shirts!”
I stepped back, then left the room in order to go change.
The second I got to my bedroom, I yanked my shirt free from my pants and tossed it to the floor in the general vicinity of the hamper.
Vaguely, I noticed that the shirt fell into the empty hamper, and I made myself a mental note to be sure to thank her for doing my laundry.