Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
When she winces, instead of reacting to the pleasure, I dial it back down, keeping her in that realm of pressure that will work.
I drop my head and suck and lick on her other nipple, timing my ministrations with the pinches of my fingers to overwhelm her in the pleasure of it all. And when she starts to reach a fever pitch with her gasps and moans, I drop my other hand down to her sex to feel how wet she is and slide my finger inside.
I start to work her there, ensuring she is as wet as possible for me before we really begin, not wanting her to be uncomfortable. But as I work her body, I realize she is already climbing higher than I expected – already starting to reach a point of no return.
I don’t stop, and I won’t deny her this pleasure. I will take her over the edge. I slip a second finger inside her and speed up my movements, sticking my thumb out to the side to make sure I can work over her clit.
I watch her squirm and writhe on my hand, the way she arches her back and her hips as the sensations roll over her, the way she screws up her eyes tightly and grabs fistfuls of the sheets in order to stabilize herself.
She is beautiful as she pants for breath, letting out a high-pitched whine as I bring her closer to the edge.
I watch her unravel, how she tumbles toward the precipice, so close she can’t help herself.
“W-what about you?” she manages to pant out.
“After you,” I say, leaning down to take her nipple into my mouth as I finish her off, watching her fall over the edge and lose herself for a moment. She cries out, her body going tense and then relaxing, the walls of her pussy pulsing and tightening around my fingers.
Before she finishes coming down, I line myself up. I look down at her face and how blissful she looks, and I slowly ease my hard and throbbing dick inside, using her juices as lubrication.
Her eyes fly open, and she looks at me in surprise, soon changing into appreciation as I begin to move.
She moans deeper than before, louder, and I know that the increased sensitivity from the fact that she already came once must be working wonders for her.
She’s so tight, so warm and wet, and so wonderful, spread open before me that I know it won’t be long before I can’t hold on.
I enjoy each moment, taking in the rapt expression on her face, how she twists and turns and fists the sheets, and how she begins to cry out with every thrust.
I go deeper and deeper, faster and faster until the way she wraps so tightly around me stops my brain from working, and all I can do is hold onto her and move. At last, I find my own release, filling her up with my seed, marking her again as my own.
We collapse together in a pile of sweat, heat, and panting breaths, and when the doorbell rings, indicating our takeout has arrived, I curse the idea of ordering it and force myself to get up and stumble toward my robe and then the door.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Jenna
“What is this place?” I ask, taking the binoculars from Hunter’s offering hands and putting them to my eyes. I focus on the door, a slice of light and warmth cutting out into the cold winter night.
“It’s a gambling den, to put it plainly,” Hunter says. “It took a bit of working out and talking to my contacts, but I found out about this place. It’s way, way off the legal track. When your father tried to quit gambling, his name, and picture circulated around many of the local places that would have been legitimate.”
“I’ve seen this happen before. When the legal route is cut off, an addict doesn’t have the luxury of going back that way. They go underground, get into more trouble, and are involved in illegal gambling with shady characters.”
A pit of guilt settles into my stomach. “So, when I tried to help him stop before, it just made things worse?”
“No,” Hunter says, and then he puts a hand on my shoulder, making me look into his eyes to see how serious he is. “No, you weren’t to blame at all. The blame lies completely on the addict in these cases. It doesn’t matter how hard things may have been for them or how difficult things are now.”
“Whatever happens, the addict always chooses to return to their habit. They might not feel like it’s a choice or that the addiction is too strong and overpowers them, but it’s a choice nonetheless. Nothing you’ve ever done has pushed your dad to this. Remember that.”
I nod slowly. I glance back at the gambling place. “So, this place, it’s not legitimate. Does that mean it’s dangerous?”