Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 97574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
I kiss him harder.
He releases my wrist. Brings both of his hands to my zipper.
There. In one quick motion, he tugs it down my back.
He retraces the line with his fingertips. A light pressure. Soft. Gentle, even.
He lingers there, in this soft, sweet, tender moment.
Then he shoves the dress off my shoulders. Pulls my body against his. Wraps his hand around my throat.
Fuck.
Desire floods my senses.
He shifts his hips, so his cock grinds against my ass. There's all this fabric in the way—his slacks, my lingerie—but the friction still sets me on fire.
I need him.
All of him.
Any way I can have him.
Every way I can have him.
It consumes me. My need for every inch of his flesh.
He holds me in place as he slips his hand between my legs. He rubs me over the lingerie, pressing the mesh into my clit.
Fuck. It's softer and rougher at once.
More and less at once.
I need his hand.
I need his hand on me.
Now.
Still, he holds me in place as he rubs me. Again and again. In slow, perfect circles.
A groan falls from my lips.
His grip around my throat tightens.
Fuck. I almost come from the pressure. From knowing I'm completely at his mercy.
Why do I need to be at his mercy?
I don't know.
I don't care.
I don't care about anything but following his demands.
He'll give me what I need.
He'll give me everything I need.
He rubs me again and again. That sheer mesh, impossibly thin, but still far too thick.
This perfect friction. Rough. Intense.
Too much.
Not enough.
My eyes close.
The tension in my sex winds. Tighter, tighter, tighter.
Almost—
He slows—
Draws these impossibly light circles against my clit again and again.
Pushing me closer and closer—
Almost—
There—
He slips his hand beneath the lingerie. His index finger against my clit. That soft, perfect pressure.
One perfect circle.
Winding that tension inside me tighter and tighter—
So much. Too much to take.
Then I go over the edge.
I groan his name as I come.
The spool unwinds. My sex pulses with my orgasm. Bliss spills through my pelvis, stomach, thighs.
He rubs me through my orgasm. Then he releases me. Brings his hands to my hips. "Bend over the couch."
"Here?"
"Here."
I place my hands on the arm, lowering my torso, rocking my sex against his crotch.
"All the way."
"Yes, sir."
His breath catches. It drives him crazy too.
And it winds me tighter, knowing it drives him as crazy as it drives me.
I bring my hands to the cushion. Drape my body over the arm.
"Good girl," he purrs.
I nearly come from the compliment.
It's too fucking hot. I'm at his mercy. I can barely move. I can't do anything but take him.
He pushes the bodysuit aside. Slips two fingers inside me.
Hard and deep.
Enough it hurts.
A gasp falls from my lips.
He does it again. Harder.
Like he's daring me to ask him to stop.
To drop my safe word.
To beg for mercy.
But I don't want mercy.
He drives his fingers into me again.
"Fuck," I breathe.
Then he pulls back. Does it again.
Again.
Then three fingers. "You're mine. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"This is mine." He pulls back, pushes his fingers inside me again. "As soft or rough as I want."
I nod into the couch.
"Do you know how I want it, baby?"
"Rough."
"Good girl."
Fuck.
He pulls his hand from my cunt. Brings his fingers to his lips. Licks the taste of me off them.
Then he takes something from his pocket.
A condom.
My heart thuds against my chest.
Every molecule of my body tunes to him. I need this. I need him inside me. I need it so fucking badly.
He undoes his zipper. Rolls the condom over his cock. Moves closer. Closer.
In one swift motion, he drives into me.
Fuck.
Pressure floods my senses.
And that overwhelming feeling of wholeness. Like I'm finally complete. Like I'm finally exactly where I need to be.
It's hard. Rough. Enough it hurts.
But that only winds me tighter.
Ty hooks his hand around my thigh. He holds me in place as he fucks me.
There's no other way to describe it.
Hard, fast, intense.
Too much to take.
And not enough.
My eyes close.
My body tunes to him. The feel of his nails on my skin. The tug of rubber. The pressure of his cock inside me.
The heavy breaths.
The low grunt.
The slap of my thighs against the soft leather.
He drives into me again and again.
Winding me tighter and tighter.
Closer and closer—
Then his thumb is on my clit. He rubs me with fast, rough strokes.
I come fast this time. The tension inside me winds to a fever pitch. With his next thrust, everything unravels. My sex pulses.
It's too hard. Too much. So much I'm sure I'm going to push him out of my body.
But I only pull him closer.
Deeper.
He brings his hand to my back. Pins me to the couch as he drives into me.
His breath speeds.
Then his thrusts.
He fucks me hard and fast. Then he's there, groaning my name as he comes, working through his orgasm, claiming me completely.
When he's finished, he pulls back. Takes care of the condom.