Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
"You’re almost there.” His voice was tinged with a husky edge.
As the words left his lips, his fingers loosened their tight grip on my throat and I gasped for air, the cool rush of oxygen a welcome relief. But just as quickly, his hand closed around my neck again, cutting off my supply and causing me to whimper in desperation. I could feel my heart racing in fear and exhilaration at the same time.
I desperately tried to gather my wits about me, but my mind was a whirlwind of emotion and sensations. With each thrust, he was taking something from me and giving something else in return – pain, pleasure, control, surrender. A voice was screaming to resist, but my head was spinning, and my body wasn’t getting the message. As he continued to dominate me, I felt the familiar signs of release.
In one swift motion, he pulled out of me completely.
His grip on my throat was still firm as he forced one of my legs up onto the table, my knee digging into the hard surface.
With a foreign curse, he thrust back into me with an unrelenting force. The new angle had his cock hitting a spot deep inside me that sent unending pleasure coursing through my entire body. I started coming, soaking his cock with my come and something gushing out of my pussy, drenching him, the table, and the floor beneath us. My legs trembled and an endless moan escaped me as I surrendered to the intensity of the orgasm.
“You feel so goddamn good,” he ground out, his hips pounding into me harder than before, relenting only occasionally to let my oxygen-starved lungs gasp for breath before cutting it off abruptly, only to have me whimper in desperation once more. My body was on fire, each and every nerve ending alight. I could feel another climax building, a crescendo of sensations that threatened to consume me whole. I wanted to resist, to cling to the last shreds of sanity, but it was futile.
I was lost to him, my body responding to his every command. Before I could even realize it, I was coming again, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashing over me as he continued to fuck me mercilessly. My body convulsed, gasping for air as he held me down, never missing a beat as he took me to the edge of madness and back again. He felt it too the shuddering of my body beneath him, the tightening of my muscles around his cock. He released my hip and slid his hand around to my clit his fingers expertly working it in sync with his thrusts.
“Please come,” I pleaded, needing him to finish.
“You want me to come inside you?”
I nodded, unable to speak through my haze of pleasure and desire. "Yes," I managed to gasp out.
“Beg for it.”
The demand was delivered with a detachment that was at odds with what he was doing to me, laced with a twisted kind of pleasure.
Fresh tears filled my eyes as I began to beg, stammering over moans and trying to breathe.
"P-please," I breathed, my voice breaking as I felt the edge of another impending orgasm building within me. "Please, please.”
“That’s it,” he praised, his voice a deep rumble that reverberated through me. “Say it again."
"Please, Mateo," I rasped, "Please come inside me." My words were punctuated by gasps and moans as he continued to thrust. He slapped my clit hard, sending a jolt of electric pleasure coursing through me. "Fuck!” I cried out, the pain and pleasure melding into a single agonizingly beautiful sensation.
“Come for me again.” He slapped my clit a second time and bottomed out inside me. My body trembled uncontrollably, his words, his touch, his dominance overwhelming my senses.
I cried out, a long, drawn-out moan that seemed to last forever.
"Yes, yes," I panted, clinging to him as I rode out the orgasm, crying out his name.
“That’s it, good girl.” He continued stroking my clit, sending aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me. I was still coming when he buried himself as deep inside me as he could and with a curse, I felt him throbbing inside me. My walls tightened around his cock, drawing him deeper.
The world around me seemed to shift. The sounds of our bodies colliding and the scraping of the table against the floor faded into the background, replaced by an eerie silence. I struggled to focus, to find my bearings, but it was as if the air itself had thickened, making it difficult to breathe.
As suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
Mateo slowly withdrew from me, leaving me gasping for air and shaking, my mind a mess of confusion. At the sound of his belt buckle, I began to lower my leg.
“Not yet.” He reached between my legs and used his fingers to push back the come that had started to leak out. “Better.” He took hold of my thigh and lowered my leg back down before turning me around, keeping me pressed between him and the table. "Now clean these off," he ordered.