Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
“Gods!” I can’t help but moan.
My hips are bucking, my hands gripping the grass and I let out a sharp groan as his mouth moves lower, his tongue pushing into me and I feel like I’m breaking apart. My body starts to tremble, my mind going numb and I let out another cry as my hands reach down and grip his hair.
“Ramsay, I’m…I’m…I’m going to—”
“Let go of yourself for me,” he murmurs against my skin, the sensations rocking through me.
My hips start moving of their own accord, pushing my sex against his mouth and his tongue delves deeper into me until he’s all I feel.
Gods, it’s too much. I’m going to break apart.
His strong large hands hold my thighs, keeping them apart and I’m exploding, neck arching back.
Colors flash behind my eyes, my body goes rigid and I feel as if I’m shooting light out of my fingertips as I come undone. He is consuming me whole.
My screams are loud and raw, my throat burning like fire, and I’m sure any animals that had been in the surrounding area have scurried away by now, but I don’t care. I feel primal, a creature in the throes of heat. My head is spinning, my mouth is dry, and my limbs are completely useless.
But in the aftermath there’s a contentment that I’ve never felt before. I feel powerful and yet sated at the same time. There’s a thread of vulnerability that wants to tighten around me, remind me that I am lying here naked from the waist down, bare for him to see, touch, and taste, and yet this feeling of bliss overrides it.
“That was…” I manage to say, licking my lips. “That was…”
“What it was is not over yet,” he says gruffly, and I raise my head to see him yank down his breeches. He takes his cock into his hand and while I’d seen it when I was hanging from chains the other night, right now it’s closer and so much more impressive in the morning light. Thick, long, and very hard, it makes his large hands look small in comparison.
I gulp with fear. I really don’t think it will fit inside me. I give him a look of trepidation, wondering how much this will hurt.
He reads that look. “You can handle me, can’t you luv? Maybe your prissy princess cunt would cower, but you’re a monster at heart. You can take whatever I give you.”
My face goes red again at his words and a flame is stoked inside me. He knows I like a challenge.
“Why don’t you show me instead of talking about it?” I tell him.
He laughs, giving his head a shake before a molten look hardens his eyes. “Don’t mind if I do,” he says, his voice rough with desire. He moves over me, his arms braced on either side of my head, and I brace myself too.
I feel his cock press against my opening. I’m so wet from his ministrations but my body instinctively tightens up.
“Relax,” he says, one hand of his hands going to my hair, brushing a strand off my face in a startlingly delicate gesture that is at odds with how his cock wants to treat me.
“Relax, luv,” he says again, more firmly this time and I nod my head faintly.
He breathes in deep through his nose, those stormy blue eyes intense as he searches my face. Then he moves closer to me, lips just inches away from mine, and he pushes in slowly.
I try to hold my breath. His girth is stretching me and my body is a hurricane of sensation and I’m gripping the grass harder as I try to make room for him.
“Hold on to me,” he whispers, running the tip of his nose over the tip of mine. “I’ve got you.”
I nod again and I reach up, feeling along the hard, flexing muscles of his back, my nails digging into his shirt as he goes deeper, pushing in inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside me.
I gasp for air, completely breathless. I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I feel completely and utterly fused to him, hips to hips, skin to skin.
He doesn’t move right away. One hand is in my hair, the other bracing himself by my head, his face hovering inches above mine as his gaze drifts over my features, taking stock of me.
“How does it feel, luv?” he asks quietly.
I try to move my hips, experiment with the feeling. “Full,” I manage to say.
“Good,” he says, his eyes dark with need.
I feel full, yes, but it’s a good full. It’s a full that brings with it heat that seeps through my veins and into my bones.
A kind of full that makes me realize how empty I had been before.
His arms are starting to shake on either side of me and I can tell he’s struggling not to move, his breath in short bursts through his nose, his eyes hazy with lust. My body is on fire, it clenches around him and the longer he stretches me like this, the more I grow hungry for him.