Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
His leans down and nuzzles his lips and nose to my throat, trailing his tongue up to my ear. “Do you want me to make you come again, Belle?”
“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly because he is slowly rocking his hips against mine and it is pure heaven. His cock is still hard inside me. His weight still blissfully blankets me.
“Squeeze my cock,” he rasps in my ear. And when I do, his cock flexes and he groans. “That’s it, little one. Squeeze hard. Just like that… Oh God… You’re such a good fucking girl.”
Pushing up on his big arms, he presses in deeper and grinds his pelvic bone against all the right spots, and God, it feels good.
Our eyes remain locked and glazed. I bite down on my lip. His strokes are deep and slow, exquisitely slow, and the heat in his eyes keeps my gaze pinned to his.
He’s going to make me come and he’s going to watch every inch of my face as he does.
“I want to feel you come on my cock again,” he rasps, lust rampant on his face. Because not only is he conjuring the mother of all orgasms in me, but a renewed arousal is building in him too. I can see it on his face. Hear it in the groans. Feel the thickness of his cock as it swells inside me.
“My cock feels so good inside you,” he moans, pressing harder, deeper. “Feel how hard you make me. You keep me hard… You and your sweet, sweet pussy. Feel that. See what you do to me, Belle…oh fuck.”
We rock slowly together. Our gazes fused. Our bodies talking to each other. Tension building. Pleasure peaking. And dear God, I’m going to come again so hard.
It hits with the force of a bomb, sweeping over me and gathering me up into its storm cloud and shooting me into outer space. This one different to the other four. This one comes from deep inside me.
“Oh God…” I cry out, exploding over his cock.
He holds my chin so I can’t look away and continues his pace. Deep. Slow. Deep. Slow. I come apart beneath him, my orgasm rolling out of me as if it might go on forever.
His pace increases. His breath quickens, and his intense eyes glaze over as he releases a thunderous growl and he slams to a halt. He roars out his pleasure as he fills me with powerful, throbbing streams of cum. Mesmerized by his raw beauty, I watch him, caught in his tight expression as ecstasy shimmers across his face.
When he comes back to himself, he drops his forehead to mine and caresses my jaw with his thumbs.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I murmur. “It was perfect.”
We lie quietly as our breaths slowly even out, and our heartbeats calm to a steady, tranquil beat.
CHAPTER 39
BELLE
“We should eat,” he rasps deeply. “Let’s see what we have in the kitchen.”
“I’m not hungry,” I reply, wanting more of him. All of him. Again, and again, and again.
“I will feed you, and you will eat, little one. You are going to need your strength.”
“Why?”
“Because when we come back to bed I’m not going to let you sleep until the sun comes up and you can’t walk.”
I grin up at him, soft and content. “Well, when you put it like that.”
We pull on our clothes, and I’m surprised I can even walk.
The clubhouse is quiet as we make our way along the hallway and down the grand staircase to the kitchen.
“Wow,” I say, walking into the massive kitchen. It’s a chef’s dream. Gleaming stainless steel appliances. Abundant counterspace. Giant fridges.
Beast effortlessly lifts me onto the countertop, then walks over to one of the refrigerators. “What do you feel like eating?”
I watch him standing at the open doors and absorb his muscular, inked back and the broad shoulders that seem bigger than humanly possible. His body is spectacular and lust surges through me when I think about all the things it just did to me.
He brings over a bowl of fresh strawberries and a carton of ice cream, and standing between my legs, starts to feed the strawberries to me. He chooses a plump one, picks off the green leaves, and eases it between my lips.
“God that tastes good.” I groan, licking the juice from my lips.
He feeds me another, and then I do the same for him. Picking a big one, I pull off the leaves and then slide it between his lips. He swallows it down but catches my lips with his, and I kiss the sugar from his lips.
He chuckles, and it’s the most beautiful sound.
I suddenly feel very connected to him. To this place. To us. And I want to know more about him. Who he is. What he likes. Everything.
He retrieves a spoon from the drawer and rolls it through the ice cream, and slides it into my mouth, his eyes darkening as he watches me suck the ice cream off the edge.