Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 122125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
It’s like the harder I suck, the more aroused I get.
But then, Ty is telling me it’s time, and he’s gently tugging the plug out of my mouth with a soft pop. I want to protest. I want to tell him to give it back. Or replace it with his cock. But I also want to know what it feels like to have the plug inside me.
His hands move to my ass again, and I moan. And then, the plug is right there, the tip just barely inside me, and slowly, oh-so fucking slowly, he starts to push it inside.
My body stretches around it as the plug slides farther into my ass. It’s a delicious, intense kind of ache and like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I feel full—and yet, empty at the same time. I want his cock inside me so badly I shake.
I am aching, and I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs.
Fuck, this is intense. And good. And amazing. And all the fucking things.
“Yeah, you made a good choice, doll,” Ty says and runs both hands over my ass. “Now, it’s time for you to get on your knees.”
It’s as if my body is at his mercy. I don’t even think twice. I am off the bed and kneeling in front of him without a second thought. Each movement only making the plug shift and move inside me in ways that just make me ache more.
Ty is naked, his cock hard and jutting out from his body. He grips himself at the base and feeds his length into my mouth.
Goodness, this might be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I am downright panting, shaking, trembling for more of whatever he has to give, and I don’t hesitate to suck him deep. He is firm and hard yet velvet and silk at the same time.
“Fuck.” He groans when I alternate between sucking him toward the back of my throat and sliding my tongue along the tip and length of him. His hands are in my hair, tenderly gripping the strands as I lose myself to the pleasure and power of making him feel this good.
I am a feather and a rock at once. Both acutely aware and dazed at the same time.
And I feel like I could do this forever. But Ty doesn’t give me that option.
Between one mewling breath and the next, I go from on my knees to back on the bed and my body adjusted on to all fours by Ty’s expert hands.
Ty poises himself behind me, and without pause, his big, hard cock is inside me.
My head falls back, my breath gets all tangled up in my lungs, and the strangest sounds fall from my lips.
This is pleasure personified. It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Come for me, Rachel,” Ty demands, and his voice is hoarse and raspy, and it sounds like he’s holding himself back. He needs to come—I can hear it—but he’s waiting for me.
All that power pushes me over the edge, right over the cliff and into an abyss of ecstasy I didn’t even know was possible. And at the peak of my climax, Ty twists the plug at my ass and buries himself as deep as he possibly can.
You’re everything, my mind hears. I can’t distinguish if the words came from his lips or my imagination, but they’re there…willing my heart to explode.
Monday, March 11th
Rachel
I step out of the small, intimate space where my nine a.m. Thesis Workshop is located and make a mental note to stop at the library before I leave for the day. Lord knows after Dr. Fink’s lecture this morning, I’m going to need to do a little more research before I can really finalize my thesis for his class.
Ugh. Take me back to spring break.
I pull my cell out of the front pocket of my messenger bag to check the time. I see it’s only five past eleven, plenty of time to grab a sandwich, but I also find a missed text message from earlier that makes me smile.
Ty: I want another week of being bad with you.
It’s been less than twenty-four hours since we checked out of the Carlyle, and apparently, I’m not the only one missing the bubble of sex and fun and mischief we created there.
Me: Ditto. So much ditto.
I start to put my phone back into my messenger bag, but it alerts with another text, and I quickly hold up the screen with my smile still intact.
And then it’s gone in one fell swoop.
Dad: Come to my office. We need to talk.
The bubble is officially popped and then some. Not only is it not the man I’m expecting, but it’s also ominous.
The realization of the reality I’ve been avoiding so pointedly slaps me right in the face.
I spent the last week not thinking about my father or his expectations or school or the fact that what Ty and I are doing has consequences that reach beyond the two of us.