Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 74487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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I am reminded of my situation by a bite. Gentle scrapes of teeth against my nipple, first the left, and then the right. His mouth softens, sucking them into the heat of his mouth, his tongue dancing over the rough path of his teeth, my hand reaching up and grabbing his head, gripping that delicious mess of hair and bringing his head harder on my breasts, the sensation too incredible not to savor.
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He yanks my hand off of his head, shoving it back between my legs, his message clear. I moan in frustration, stopping the sound when his mouth returns, visiting my other breast, the combination of soft mouth and hard teeth driving me wild.
* * *
“I’m close,” I gasp, my sex contracting and screaming for release, my clit one swipe away from explosion. His mouth moves between my breasts, his fingers replacing his tongue, dragging them over my nipples, gentle and light enough to make them ache for more. His mouth, that incredible, hot machine of ecstasy, moves, traveling into the curves of my neck, and all I can think about is how it would feel between my legs.
* * *
“Come,” he orders, his mouth lifting off my skin, one of his hands gripping my face and turning it to his, his blue eyes holding me hostage. “Come,” he repeats, need blatant in his taunt, strong face.
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I try to keep the eye contact, try to give him what I think he wants, but it is too strong – that final moment that my clit has been waiting for, that perfect swipe across its swollen surface has my eyes rolling back, my world temporarily going black, his blue eyes disappearing from sight as my back arches and I explode in
* * *
one.
perfect.
moment.
CHAPTER 8
I am weak, drained, my body losing all muscle function as the last tendrils of pleasure gently fade away, aftershocks twitching my body.
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“Get up and get on the bed. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.” His voice is hoarse with need, the order almost a plea despite the command in his tone.
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I roll to one side, my limbs sluggish, and sit up, eyeing the drop from the table to the floor. I am aided by his hands, helping me to my feet and then guiding me down a short hall and into the bedroom.
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He spins me slowly, the dim lights of the bedroom blurring, and then I am facing him, his mouth finding mine, his hands gripping my waist and lifting me up and backward, onto the soft bed. I lay back and he crawls above me, the thick length of him stiff and heavy against my thighs. I part my legs and he settles between them, his mouth brushing across my throat, soft kisses alternating with delicate nips, his tongue teasing and torturing the hollows of my neck.
* * *
His hand reaches down, adjusting his cock, the hard shaft heavy and warm between my legs. He grinds forward, a hard thrust that creates a delicious friction between my legs. His lips pull off my neck, hovering above my mouth and he changes the pace, shortening his movement as he smoothly slides his bare cock over me. I inhale sharply, the ache between my legs growing, each withdrawal giving me hope that he will move it two inches lower and bury it inside of me.
* * *
I’m going to lose my mind. Between our bodies, I can almost feel the crackle of intense need. I can feel my heartbeat between my legs, the jitter of my muscles, everything itching for his touch. Everything about him screams domination, his touches hard and aggressive, each order sending a jolt of arousal through me. I’ve never yearned for submission before, never felt so eager to offer my body for his use.
* * *
He pulls off me, disappearing for a brief moment, then returns, his hands rolling over his cock, shielding it with a thin skin of latex. There is the soft shift of the mattress as he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. His eyes meet mine. “Tell me what you want.”
* * *
I don’t respond. I can’t think, can’t even formulate a thought, not when his cock is bobbing before me, just inches from my wet cunt. He grips my legs, pulling me closer, and opening my legs and body to him. His stiff head bumps against my swollen lips, and I inhale sharply. It’s the look in his eyes that is the most arousing. Possessive, dominating, with a fire behind them that both terrifies and electrifies me. There is a raw need in their depths, a demand in their intensity. He leans forward, grips the back of my neck and pulls me closer, his breath hot on my lips. “Tell me,” he repeats.