Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I was shy, but, shit, I couldn’t resist. I lifted my head just enough to peer down and see the way his dick disappeared inside me. It was hypnotic. Mesmerizing. And so erotic my blood boiled in my veins.
Words floated through my head, telling me what a bad girl I was. Letting a guy fuck me who wasn’t even my boyfriend. It was shocking, and the darkest part of me reveled in it.
One of his hands captured my breast, and the other wrapped around my thigh, pulling my leg up so my knee was by his shoulder. I groaned with pleasure and clawed at the silky comforter, enjoying the feeling of him way more than I thought I would. Plus, I loved seeing the emotions play out over his face.
His lips were parted, and his chest rose and fell with enormous breaths as he sawed his cock back and forth, sliding deep. The force of it made my breasts sway and rock, even as I arched and contracted. Sweat built a glossy sheen across his forehead, but he didn’t seem to notice.
His focus was only on me.
And it intensified when he let go of my leg and scooped up the vibrator.
His pace slowed a little with distraction as he searched for the button to turn it on, and when the soft buzz filled the silence of the room, it charged the air with electricity. I’d never used a vibrator before, so I had no idea what kind of sensation it’d bring.
Preston didn’t tease me with it or waste any time. He put the head of the wand right above the place where he drove into me, and as soon as the vibrator made contact, it was shocking, instant bliss.
I flinched, and my hands latched on to his arms. “Holy fuck.”
His tone was sexy and sinister. “You like that?”
I couldn’t answer because the hit of acute pleasure stole my breath. Having an orgasm during sex had seemed impossible when we’d first started, but now it wasn’t just possible—it seemed inevitable.
I squirmed beneath the sinful vibration, which was intense and incredible. My hands smoothed over his arms, caressed his stomach, gripped his hips. My touch was mindless, desperate.
Maybe the head of the vibrator was in his way, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. His pace was unrelenting, tightening the tension in my core. I didn’t know what, exactly, I needed, just that I had all this need, and that he’d be the only one who could satisfy it.
Greedy whines and moans trickled from me, and I no longer cared how they sounded. Any shame or embarrassment couldn’t touch me when we were connected.
He didn’t miss the change in pitch or the urgency in my moans.
“Are you going to come again?” he asked.
I gulped down an enormous breath and nodded. The vibration against my clit was so good, it was almost hard to endure. I climbed toward orgasm, but it just kept going higher, and higher, until . . .
Pleasure detonated, and for a split second, it felt like the world had flown apart.
I cried out, and my hand went to his that gripped the wand, urgently trying to push it away. As I began to come, the sensation of the vibrator tipped on its side. Enjoyment crossed over and became sharp, hot discomfort on my overly sensitive skin.
He lifted the wand away and must have pressed a button because the buzzing cut off. It thumped onto the bed beside me, no longer needed. With it out of the way, it meant he could push as deep as he wanted, and he hit a spot inside me that probably would have made my vision blur if I’d had my eyes open.
But I didn’t. The orgasm was too strong.
Everything was tingling, and I shivered uncontrollably, floating in the dreamy space while the sensations began to subside.
He groaned, and it sounded weirdly like frustration. His hands seized my waist, gripping me tightly while his tempo increased dramatically, and—oh, my god.
Was he coming?
He’d said he wasn’t going to last long, and he made good on his warning. I blinked open my eyes to watch, fascinated by how his thrusts broke down, slowing erratically to a stop.
A lock of his hair had fallen forward, and the ends brushed at his eyes just before they slammed shut. His body hardened, and the muscle along his jaw flexed, showing he was clenching his teeth. But it didn’t stop his moans, or trap any of the sounds of pleasure he gave while the orgasm rolled through him.
Deep between my legs, there were these rhythmic pulses, and his whole body shuddered in response.
It was so fucking hot.
Then he blew out a long, uneven breath, leaned down, and sealed his lips over mine. This kiss was intense and slow, and it was like he didn’t care what it was doing to me. How he was still inside me, or how his kiss made me slip further into my feelings until I was hopelessly drowning in him.