Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Oh god, Ollie, no. Please baby. I can’t hold it. Let me come, please. You can’t do this to me. Arghhh. Jesus Christ, fuck, shit, ahhh… Ollie, please… please, please let me come.”
She screams, and I slap ass yet again. “Not. Yet. I need to know in my bones you are mine and will do whatever I tell you regardless of how much you must suffer. Show me that all of you belongs to me, Renata.”
“I’ll do whatever you say, I’ll give you everything, I’ll never disobey you… oh my god, please I’m begging you… let me come, please!” she pants uncontrollably, body shaking, a fierce moan building deep in her chest as spasms begin to overtake her completely.
“Come for me. Come for me now, baby.”
Renata arches her back and comes so hard her whole body shakes and spasms as if she’s being electrocuted. It takes all of my strength to hold her down as I shove my fingers deep into her core and pump, my hand sopping wet. The walls of her pussy clench around me, crushing my fingers with her eager spasms. She’s still coming a full minute later as she screams my name in ecstasy over and over again.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Renata
I’m blind, gasping for breath, every cell in my body on fire when he braces himself above me. I’m dimly aware of him shedding his clothes. The ache for his weight on me is unbearable, a need that consumes every cell of my body. When he joins me, his skin flush against mine, our bodies pressed into the bed, I exhale in contentment.
He claims me in a single, brutal thrust, so intense the world spins. I gasp for breath when his big, rough hand wraps around my neck and squeezes. My pulse races, blood pounding through my veins as he pumps into me. A second orgasm eclipses the first. I’m lost to him, gasping out incoherent pleas and whimpers, my voice cracking under the weight of my need.
“Take me. Take all of me,” he breathes into my ear. “I want you to know you’re mine.”
Another hard thrust before he pulls himself nearly fully out. I arch my hips, trying to meet his thrusts, whimpering at the loss of his heat, craving the fullness and completion of him inside me when he glides back in to complete me. My pussy clenches, and another spasm of pleasure consumes me.
“Ollie,” I gasp. My face is too hot, his hand just tight enough. My vision grows hazy as my body’s consumed with another orgasm on the heels of the last. I’ve lost count.
He shoves his cock into me, lowers himself down, and kisses me when I’m still coming. His tongue meets mine. I whimper and claw at him, my fingers scraping along his back tats. His hand tangles in my hair, and as I gasp for air, I revel in the perfect blend of pain and pleasure, each tug sending shockwaves through me.
“Look at me! Keep your eyes on mine. Do not look away, Renata.”
I lick my lips and ride out my pleasure as he rocks his hips with mine. His hot seed spills inside of me. His deep, satisfied growl reverberates through me, so primal and masculine I can’t help but moan in response. He slams into me again, his eyes boring into mine like flames of green fire. I watch him chase his pleasure with mine and trail my hand down the side of his arm. He’s beaded with perspiration but barely winded.
As he lies beside me, still pulsing inside me, I relish the heat of his claim, the way his release marks me as his, binding us together in the most intimate of ways.
I roll over as he quietly gets up and walks to the bathroom and reaches for his balled-up tee. It’s warm and smells like mountain air and alpha male. Like him.
I curl up in a ball, blissfully content, my body flushed and numb with a pleasure I’ve never felt before.
“I don’t know if I need a joint, a bar of chocolate, or a bath,” I murmur, my voice gravelly. “I can’t move.”
“Maybe a nap before I order some food and fuck you again.”
I crawl up on his chest and smile, my eyes closed, breathing him in. My body feels light, but my eyes are so heavy. I fall into a deep sleep.
When I wake, Ollie’s sitting in a corner of the room. The view is hazy, and I blink my eyes. The shades are drawn and in the distance, I hear the rhythmic thudding of footsteps on the pavement, someone jogging outside. It must be very early in the morning.
Ollie holds a tablet in his hand. He’s slightly turned from me, bare-chested, wearing a pair of boxer briefs. I gaze at the deep marks I left on his back, vivid reminders, as if I’ve branded him with every desperate touch.