Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 134746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
I groan, but he’s already got me.
“Do you ever turn off?”
Then again, do I ever turn off, when all he has to do is say something dirty, and I can feel my panties melting?
“Not with you,” August growls, pushing lightly at my back. “Do it, Elle. Hands and knees. Now.”
The command in his voice makes me shiver with pleasure.
I know if I really didn’t want to, he’d leave me be.
But I want this.
I want him.
And I want him to not take no for an answer.
My stomach still twists as I slide on my hands and knees on the bed.
It’s a tad embarrassing, presenting myself like this—but the self-consciousness is part of what feels so good, making it different, making me deliciously nervous.
Especially when I can’t see what he’s going to do to me. I can only feel as his hands glide over my ass, down my thighs, taking me down with one rough touch at a time.
He flips my skirt up, leaving my spread thighs exposed. The cool air licks the damp fabric of my panties, ass up and ready to be mounted.
He lets out a soft rumble, running his fingertips along my slit.
I jerk with a faint sound, thighs tightening, body fully on fire.
That touch flits away—then returns in a sharp slap against my ass.
Just a sting that makes my hips jerk forward with a cry while a sudden wetness erupts between my legs.
Oh God.
He’s in a mood tonight.
And suddenly his hands are on my hips, dragging me against him. My spread-open pussy is assaulted as he grinds his cock against me, his slacks hissing against my panties, lace against wool as he rubs deep, teases me, torments me, makes me feel helpless.
Hard and fast he taunts me, every once in a while coming back for another crisp smack that makes me clench and shudder and whimper his name.
It shouldn’t feel this good.
But there’s something intensely erotic about it.
Even more so when he stops, and I hear his zipper dragging down.
His fingers hook my panties, dragging them aside.
His fingertips scrape naked flesh until I keen softly, biting the inside of my cheek.
“August!” I whisper-scream as he drives into me sharply, brutally, sinking home in a single hard stroke.
It’s like he’s punishing me for making him miss me.
It’s harsh, desperate, fast, plunging hard and deep, fucking me like a wild animal.
His thrusts catch me up in it until I’m losing my mind.
I’m so wet, squirming my ass back into him like a madwoman.
So good.
Every single slash of his hips electrifies me when he’s so thick; the flare of his cockhead teases me just right and rips cries from my body.
God, I want more.
More.
I spread my legs wider, clawing at the sheets, writhing to meet him and trying to take him so much deeper.
So deep I’ll feel the veins of his cock for days.
When I walk, when I sit, even when I move.
I want to feel used by this gorgeous man.
I want to pulse with the memory of him pounding me until I’m sore in all the best ways.
Thankfully, he’s relentless.
Taking me harder, harder, forcing me down on the bed and still keeping my ass up and presented to him, but he pushes my head down on the sheets in utter dominance.
The change in position makes his cock hit different, deeper, hammering delicious friction in this one spot that acts like a detonator.
When he hits it again—
Foly huck!
I can’t tell where the lightning ends and my orgasm begins, leaving me thrashing, gasping, coming so hard, so much.
I’m completely flooded, and I still want more.
I want to be full.
I want him.
I want his lust.
I want his love.
I want him, knowing that loving me means he can feel safe enough to let me know his deepest, truest savagery.
Knowing he’ll fuck me like a depraved beast and then hold me tenderly when it’s over. After he’s done.
After he’s used my body to sweet perfection.
And I realize I won’t be sleeping tonight.
Because he’s not ready to come.
Not for a few more sheet-ripping minutes.
While his manic thrusts are already quickening, pushing me past the edge again, his cruel hands slip between my legs to pinch my clit and taunt me and make me realize what he’s doing.
He’s going to string me along all night.
Make me come again and again before he finally gives me himself.
He’ll make me feel cherished—and then he’ll destroy me with his love.
He’ll leave me craving more of this addiction, this man who’s all gruffness when his head rears back, when his gaze drills mine, when he fists my hair with a single command.
“Fucking come with me, Elle. Come.”
And I do.
God help me, I obey, blinded while white-hot pleasure rips up his throat and he pours himself into me.
He empties his balls inside me with his teeth clenched, grinding my name between his teeth like an animal.