Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I broke apart just for an instant to get my shirt off. I wanted to feel those gorgeous tits right against my chest. I wanted her hard nipples to rub against my powerful muscles until they were raw.
I didn’t care that she didn’t want to kiss me. I was happy just to have her, to have a forced fantasy even if it wasn’t real. My hands explored her everywhere, touching the beautiful curves her body possessed. I loved the tightness of her stomach, the way her waist curved inward until it reached her hips. She was petite, small enough for me to pick up with a single arm.
As much as I wanted to keep kissing her, I broke apart and moved my lips to her neck. I tasted her skin with my tongue, memorizing her taste. I hugged her harder then gripped the back of her hair before I tugged her head back. I kissed her chest and licked the small valley between her breasts. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” My lips trailed back up her neck and to her ear, where I gave her a hot kiss. “Goddamn gorgeous.” I turned my face back to hers and stared at her lips, seeing the slight way they were parted. Her small teeth were cute, and I pictured knocking my own teeth against hers when I kissed her too hard.
My cock was so goddamn hard.
I moved my mouth to hers again even though I could explore the rest of her body. I loved that mouth, loved those lips. This time, I moved my tongue inside and met hers.
She took a deep breath then moved her tongue with mine. Her hands slid up my chest until they reached my shoulders. She dug her fingers into me, pressing her digits deep into my skin. Her hips rocked slightly, her pussy grinding over my hard cock through my jeans. She gave herself a slight amount of friction.
Turned me on like crazy.
I kissed her harder, feeling my tongue dance with hers. We breathed together as the perspiration accumulated on our bodies. I’d never worked up such a sweat just from kissing a woman. But with this one, I gave her my all. I actually growled against her mouth because my mind was in the clouds.
Her hands slowly inched up the back of my neck and into my hair. She explored my body just the way I explored hers, taking her time and getting to know me in an intimate way. Sometimes I thought I heard a silent moan escape her lips.
But that could have been just wishful thinking.
My hands moved to her ass, and I gripped her perkiness, loving that feature just as much as the rest of her. My hands shook as I held her, my cock eager to be inside her right this second. I didn’t want to stop kissing her, touching her like this, but I still wanted more.
I grabbed her hips and guided her pussy across my length. I wanted to stimulate her clit, to give her a glimpse of what my impressive cock could do to her. A part of me wanted to hurt her just the way Tristan did, but another part of me wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to give her an orgasm she’d never forget. I suspected she hadn’t gotten much pleasure during her captivity. I could change her whole outlook on sex. I could show her it was the most incredible experience she’d ever know.
She began to moan into my mouth, her hips rocking on their own. Her hands locked around my wrists as I gripped her hips, squeezing me harder than I squeezed her. She slid down my length, from top to bottom, over and over again. Her lips quivered against mine as her moans dissolved on my tongue.
Shit, I wanted to come.
I wasn’t gonna come in my boxers like a teenager. I was coming in her mouth, pussy, or ass—preferably all three.
Once she approached the precipice of her climax, she visibly pulled away from me. She stopped rocking her hips, and her hands loosened on my arms. Her mouth was no longer hungry for mine. I could feel her slipping away. She knew this was wrong. The only reason she straddled my lap in the first place was because she was trying to save herself from Tristan’s wrath. But now she enjoyed it—and that was unsettling.
“Don’t pull away from me.” I took control of her hips and dragged her across my length, forcing her to feel the hardness of my cock. I stopped our kiss just to look her in the eye, to command her with my stare. Her face was about to light up in joy, glow beet red and beautiful. Her nipples would turn into points sharper than darts. “You want me to keep you?” I spoke against her mouth, my lips pressing against hers as I spoke. “Then come for me.” I would know if it was real or fake, and right now, I wasn’t the least bit worried about a disingenuous performance.