Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I’m already so wet, the sound of my slickness even louder than my heavy breaths.
Braken pushes a second finger into me and pushes me even further against the desktop.
It’s uncomfortable and awkward, but I don’t even care. I cling to the edge, giving in to the rising pleasure in my bones. He presses against my clit as he moves faster, curling his fingers as he finger-fucks me until I’m a gasping mess. I don’t want to give in to him, but that doesn’t stop him. Braken takes me anyway, biting at my neck until he leaves his mark, fingers working me to the brink.
My release is right there. Toe-curling pleasure floods my body and makes my entire body tingle. My walls clench down around his quick fingers, and it’s so hard to keep my hips still, but I do because I’m right there.
And then he stops.
Braken fucking stops.
He pulls away as quickly as he came, darkened eyes sharp and staring at the mess he made. I can swallow my cry of annoyance. The wave of pleasure fades back into a warm buzzing, my clit pulsing angrily in desperate need of an orgasm.
“What the fuck?” I gasp.
“There’s that filthy mouth of yours again,” he muses idly.
My taunting at the restaurant yesterday comes back to haunt me now. Fuck. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.
“Figures,” I grind out in annoyance. “Why don’t you prove you know how to please a woman instead of leaving her like this?”
“If you want it, you’ll have to work for it yourself.”
Braken pushes his fingers into me again, slipping in with no resistance. But then he doesn’t move at all. He keeps his hand completely still, bracing next to my head on the desk with his other.
When he shifts, his hard cock beneath his pants presses up against my thigh, making my walls pulse again. He’s enjoying this game of cat and mouse as much as I am. I want to smirk, but all I can do is groan in annoyance.
Why isn’t he moving?
“What was it you said to me at the restaurant, Fiora?” he taunts so scathingly it makes me shiver. “I think it was something like, go fuck yourself?”
Me and my goddamn mouth.
I clench my teeth to hold my composure. “And?”
“Your turn.” He laughs and it vibrates into my skin. “Go fuck yourself, Fiora.”
I don’t move at first. I don’t want to play his stupid games. I want him to make me come so hard I can’t think, but he has the restraint of an iron statue and keeps completely still. If I want to release, I’m going to have to listen.
My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I lift my hips and roll them down. Desperation keeps me from starting slow. I match his earlier pace, rocking into his unmoving hand to get a little friction. Every time I move my hips down, Braken’s thumb catches my clit, and I grunt. My heels dig into his desk as I fuck myself on his fingers to chase that lost high.
The desk beneath me creaks with every movement, and it’s so loud I think it might break. But I don’t give a shit, not when the fire ignites in my stomach again with every pump. But the fire never burns as hot as it did when Braken worked me into a frenzy.
It’s not enough. I feel on edge, but I can’t get there. No matter how I angle my hips or slam down on his two fingers, my release remains elusive. I let out a frustrated groan, and Braken laughs, leaning forward to graze the hollow of my throat.
“You’re so fucking desperate,” he mocks.
My face burns hotter with his words, but so does my pussy.
“And you’re not?” I shift my legs so my knee brushes his hard cock. “Looks like someone is having fun.”
There’s a pinch of pleasure on his face one second that disappears the next. “Not as much fun as you, princess. You’re practically dripping on my floor. Do you want to come that badly?”
I refuse to beg. I might be splayed out on his desk, my arousal and desperation fully on display, but I won’t cross that line. I only stare at him, biting my lip to keep my damn mouth shut.
Braken leans forward, mouthing at the light red marks he bit into my skin as he travels up.
“If you beg me, I’ll let you come. Go on, Fiora. Beg for it.”
The words are right there, but I swallow them back. I won’t.
Instead, I lean up and try to kiss him.
It’s a move he isn’t expecting.
Our lips manage to brush for only a mere second before he puts a hand on my throat. He presses his thumb into my windpipe and keeps me pinned against his desk. He stares down at me, smoldering eyes studying every heaved breath that falls from my lips. His grip on my throat is firm and commanding. It’s not to hurt me but to remind me.