Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Damien,” I whisper.
He laughs. I’m teetering on the edge of everything that’s holy, and he’s laughing. This man knows exactly what he’s doing. I notice the bead of sweat slide down from his hairline, and my orgasm pushes closer to the surface. My legs tremble, but I try to hold back.
“Oh God, Damien. I’m going—”
“No! You’re not ready yet.” His fingers work on my G-spot, and a few seconds later, I’m breathless. My whole body tenses and shakes. I’ve never felt this way before. No man has ever done this to me.
Damien’s hand goes to my throat, and he squeezes gently at first, but then his hand goes tighter. Oh God, is he going to kill me?
“Okay, Frankie, let it go,” he says and squeezes my neck a little tighter. What have I done…oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus. My vision goes dark around the edges as he says, “Come, Francesca. Let it go. Let me watch you let go. Now.”
Just as he says, now, the pleasure shoots to the surface like a pressure cooker, and I explode. The best orgasm of my life tears me to pieces. I let out grunts and moans that sound nothing short of a feral animal. A wild beast, leaving nothing but sweaty, tattered shreds. Damien releases my throat, my body still quivering.
I’m boneless.
And embarrassed.
Damien kicks off his briefs, giving me a brief glimpse of his cock before he’s between my thighs, smacking my clit with the heavy length of him.
“You’re such a good girl, Frankie. You deserve a reward.” He holds up his hand, his fingers slick with my juices. “Me first.” His eyes sparkle as his tongue glides up his middle finger, moaning with delight. “Fucking delicious.”
My brows shoot up at his words. I love sex as much as the next woman, but this? This isn’t regular sex. This is a fucking experience, and I’m hungry for more.
Damien leans forward, the heavy weight of his cock adding pressure against my clit, pulling a moan from me. “Taste.”
I hesitate. I’m not one of those girls who experiments. I’ve never kissed a college roommate or finger-banged my best friend. No judgment, it’s just not my thing, but with Damien’s fingers hovering over my mouth, I flick my tongue out because I can’t say no to this man.
“Go on, Frankie. Taste yourself on my fingers.”
I give his index finger another tentative flick of my tongue, shivering at the way his cock twitches against me. I do it again and his cock jerks against me again. As I wrap my lips around the tip of his index finger, Damien growls and positions himself right at my opening.
“Open up for me, kitten.”
I open my mouth, moaning in shock when he slides his fingers against my bottom lip before sticking them in my mouth. I want to protest, but two things stop me. The feel of his cock stretching me out as he sinks into me and the salty-sweet taste of my juices on his thick fingers. This time, the moan is long and low, full of satisfaction.
“Suck them,” he demands, and I do it, curious to see how he responds. His cock swells inside me, hitting every nerve ending within me as I suck every drop of myself from his lips. “Fuck, Frankie. That’s so good.”
His hips begin to move at a fast pace. Long, deep strokes tease me, but the fast pace pushes me closer and closer to insanity. I’ve already come twice, but I already know that the way he’s fucking me means I have at least one more orgasm in the chamber. “Fuck,” I moan around his fingers, pushing my hips forward to take more of him.
He gives me the rest of his cock, and I’m so full I suck in a deep breath. He’s so big, probably too big if I wasn’t so drenched from two orgasms, and the discomfort is only enhancing my pleasure.
“That’s right, Frankie,” he says in a voice hoarse with lust. “Take all of me.”
I don’t know how he knows what I’m thinking, and I’m sure I’ll obsess about it later, but right now, my only focus is on the way his cock is touching me everywhere. He’s so thick that every glide sends sparks flying under my skin until I’m on fire, hungry and desperate to put it out while also prolonging it.
His hips move in a perfect rhythm, and I know he’s close as well. Watching the way the muscles in his neck pop out, the way his jaw clenches without his gaze ever leaving mine, is so fucking erotic that I can’t stop the orgasm as it erupts.
“Damien!” My body bows and arches, tenses, and then convulses as the orgasm rips through my body. It feels like the one time I tried surfing and got pulled under. Every time I try to surface from the pleasure drowning me, another wave crashes over me, leaving me gasping and panting as I shake uncontrollably.