Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I moaned, the mixture of pleasure, pressure, and dominance an intoxicating drug that numbed my senses to all else. I was his. He had total possession of my body, and he knew it.
I knew it.
When he took me so completely, my scattered thoughts silenced and he owned me down to my soul.
“I love fucking you for the simple joy of it.” He thrusted harder. “It’s not about the outcome.” He withdrew with agonizing slowness, dragging his body back then plunging forward hard enough to nudge my body.
I lay pinned beneath him with my arms tied to the bed as he held me exactly as he wanted me. I didn’t have to think or move or even try to be sexy. He was calling all the shots.
“So if I want to come in your mouth or on your tits or in your ass, that’s exactly what I’ll do, Rayne.”
His words were an aphrodisiac that added to my pleasure.
“You like it when I do what I want with your body, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes.”
Honestly, I lived for this sort of possession. He took the stress of thinking completely out of sex. And, for me, stress was once a very stressful topic, but Hale changed that. There was nothing hotter than knowing I could have this effect on a man like Hale.
“Such a good wife,” he crooned, reaching under me to fondle my breasts. He pinched my nipple hard enough to make my pussy clench. “I’m going to come all over your hot little ass.”
I panted as his hips rocked into me with intense purpose. He wanted me to submit to his possession and I had. There was no point fighting it when he got like this. Hale liked control and I loved when he took it. End of story.
“It’s going to be dripping off of you, Rayne. Down your thighs…” Thrust. “From your pretty tits…” His touch rode up my chest, over my throat, and cupped my jaw. “Out of this sexy mouth…”
I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Yes, please.”
My hands balled into fists as my arms stretched over head, the silk tie softly chafing my wrists as the slack disappeared. My eyes opened and I saw the way he tightened the knot to the headboard.
“Do you like when I fuck you like this, Rayne?”
“Yes.”
“When I use your body however it pleases me?”
“Yes, Hale…”
“Do you know how fucking hot you are to me? How much it’s killing me to hold back my release?”
My breath quickened as he rotated his hips, drilling his cock deeper. “I want you to come, baby.” I gasped, my voice a sultry whisp of smoke.
“When you give me control, you get all my attention. It feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Tell me how good my cock feels when it’s stuffed inside of you.”
Lungs tight, I could only draw in a shallow breath, but I wanted to tell him that I loved every dark, devious thing he was doing to me. His fingers delved between my thighs, teasing my drenched folds, and I twitched as he grazed my over-sensitized clit.
He chuckled, the sound dark and dangerous. “Tell me, Rayne.”
“It feels amazing.”
“That’s right. And if your hands weren’t tied right now, I’d make you feel how soaked you are.”
He sank two fingers inside of me and I whimpered, my body stretched to the max.
His lips pressed softly to my shoulder. “I can feel your heart beating when I’m inside you like this.” He strummed my clit. “Especially here.”
Shallow breaths spiked in and out of my lungs as the pleasure seemed to howl out of me.
He groaned. “I love when you make noises like that. No inhibitions holding you back. No filter. Just raw.”
Pressure built quickly. I trembled dangerously close to the edge waiting for Hale to pull me back but instead he just pushed me on.
“Let go, Rayne. Give in.”
My body shook until I shattered, raspy cries spilling from my lips as he fingered me hard while he fucked my ass. I no longer cared about making a baby or being somebody’s mom. I only wanted to be Hale’s slutty little wife, his fuck toy, his dirty little fantasy.
My jumbled thoughts became a mess of profanity, prayer, and gibberish. He held still, waiting for me to say the magic words. To beg. It didn’t take long.
As soon as my orgasm waned, I yelled out, “Fuck me harder, Hale, please!” And he did.
His body slammed into mine as his fingers worked their magic. My body pulsed, so weak with pleasure I could only fall to my stomach, but that didn’t stop Hale. He pounded into me, shaking the tension from my bones. He tamed the storm inside of me until I was soft and passively his.
All his.
I might never care about self-possession or independence ever again. Why did I need to worry about such things when Hale could fuck all my worries away? That’s all I wanted in that moment. I wanted him to fuck me until he broke me because when I shattered like this, it wasn’t ugly at all. It was peaceful and beautiful, like a galaxy exploding into a billion little stars, and all my neurotic tendencies disappeared into stardust too small to see.