Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
This was wrong.
My body didn’t care.
I was overheating, and I rested my head against the wall, falling back. I could only gasp for air as he moved down. He kissed under my bottom lip, his mouth tasting my jaw and scorching a path to my throat and down between my breasts until he circled over my nipple. He teased me, brushing his lips over me, then following with a sweep of his tongue.
I took a fistful of his hair and held him to me.
His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the need in me.
Lifting his head, he let me slip down in his arms until we were face to face. He watched me. I watched him. Holding me, he rocked into me over and over, his fingers flexing inside.
I wanted more.
His eyes softened and he slowed down, his lips nipping mine.
I bit back a whimper.
He nipped again, his gaze almost black with desire. But he held back, making me almost blind for him.
“You’re killing me.” I couldn’t hold it in. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and pushed against his hand.
A third finger joined the others, and I leaned back, my throat exposed to him. I grasped his hand to make him move faster, and he chuckled softly. He thrust into me, stretching me, filling me as his lips found my throat.
I felt fused to him, and I wanted him to keep moving.
He held back a moment before his fingers twitched.
“Ah!” I gasped. “You just want…?” I felt the scrape of his teeth and froze, a bubble of air caught in my throat.
He thrust hard, growling, “You don’t know what I want.”
“Kai!”
His palm grazed over my clit. He rubbed against it, his fingers finally, finally moving. Sliding out, then pushing in.
His mouth moved back up to take mine again.
I felt enslaved to him.
He continued thrusting, slowly, going deeper and deeper.
A frustrated gasp left me, and I snapped my legs around his waist. I arched my back, grinding on his hand. He held me tight as I began to ride him.
“Please. God!”
His mouth closed over mine before he whispered, “Not. Even. Close.”
Then he began to fuck me, his lips drowning out my sounds. I grew frenzied, but still he took his time, coaxing me with kisses, his fingers. His hand tweaked my nipple before he pulled his mouth away. His lips covered me there as he grabbed my waist. His hand slid around as he pressed his groin close. He anchored me against the door and played my goddamn body like an instrument.
He strummed as his fingers pushed in.
He tapped out a beat as he pulled back out.
He kept the perfect pressure on me, and I jerked in his arms, my mouth ripping from his as an onslaught of waves crashed through me. I hurtled over that edge, but he didn’t let me slow down. He started right back up, and it wasn’t long before a choking scream ripped from my throat as I came a second time.
My body went limp. I was a puddle in his arms. Every bone in me had melted.
He held me up as I collapsed against his shoulder. Moving away from the door, he cradled my ass and the back of my neck. He walked me to my bedroom.
He laid me on the bed and stood over me, gazing down.
I must’ve looked wanton. My top was still shoved aside, my breast exposed, and my pajama pants had fallen low on my hips. My thong had been pulled over for his entrance.
I didn’t cover myself. He took me in, looking from my legs, to my pussy, to my stomach, then up to my breasts and lips before finally meeting my eyes, his jaw clenched. His eyes were stormy, inflamed.
It awoke a calm in me, and I slid sensually over the bed. I had him captive now.
He tracked every move I made.
My gaze went to his pants, to the bulge there, the one I’d felt under me, straining.
I sat up, my strap falling off my shoulder, and moved to the edge of the bed, feeling a new throb in me.
He remained silent, watching me as I grabbed his jeans.
I pulled him forward, my hand resting over him. I looked up, meeting his gaze as I undid the button at the top, then slid down his zipper. I reached in, finding his cock, and I wrapped my fingers around it.
He hissed, his eyelids falling low but still watching me.
I brought him out and moved to take him in my mouth.
“No.” He grabbed me, holding me still, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I didn’t come for that.” A bleakness shone in his eyes, before vanishing. “I want you to come with me.”
I sat back.
He leaned down, slid a finger up my arm and pulled up my strap until I was covered. He adjusted my pants next, but first he slid his palm down my stomach, under my thong to bring it back in place. He arranged everything until I was covered.