Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
His growl tells me he likes that suggestion.
I go to turn, wanting so desperately to taste him, to put my lips against his, but he stops me. His hand goes to my shoulder, and he rasps, “No.”
He won’t let me face him.
I’m not sure why.
I’m not about to argue, though.
Oh no, not when his hand is sliding around the front of my body and down between my legs. His finger slips through my folds and finds my clit, where he begins slowly rubbing as his other hand caresses my breast. His breath, hot and ragged, is against my neck as his mouth slowly closes over the flesh there. He won’t kiss me, but feeling his lips on my skin is enough to spark the deepest fire within me. The roughness of his beard, the way his lips suck and pull at my skin, has me whimpering with need.
“God dammit,” I moan as his finger works its magic on my clit.
Pleasure builds inside me as his caress continues, and when his lips trail over my earlobe, I lose it. I cum with a force that has my body shuddering, forcing him to circle an arm around my waist to stop me falling to the floor. My head drops back onto his shoulder, my face turning toward his. His mouth is so close, and yet he keeps it far enough away that I can’t taste him.
“I want to taste you,” I plead, meeting his eyes.
“Then you can.”
He spins me around, catching me off guard. A hand tangled in my hair, he lowers me down to my knees in front of him. Oh. That wasn’t exactly what I meant, but I’m not going to argue. With his hand tangled in my hair, and his cock right in my face, I’m more than happy to oblige. I look up at him, the water flowing down over his body, and it’s a sight I don’t think I’ll forget any time soon.
There is something about the way he looks, standing above me, that has me weak at the knees.
The power he holds.
I like it.
“You fuckin’ dirty little bitch,” he growls. “You like bein’ down there on your knees, don’t you?”
I like it even more when he talks to me like that.
My mind is something else entirely.
“You have no idea,” I say, licking my lips.
“Tell me what you want,” he orders.
“I want you to put your hands around my throat while you drive your cock into me. I want you to tell me how it feels. I want you to bite my flesh and mark it with your hands. I want all the things you wish to do and more.”
Something flashes in his eyes, a desire that cannot be masked.
Jerking my head forward, he presses his cock to my lips. Parting them, I take him in greedily, curling my lips around and opening my throat as he fills me. My tongue slides up and down his shaft as he pushes in and out, slowly fucking my face, his hand still tangled in my hair. I suck with need and desperation, saliva dripping down my chin, my fingers finding my already soaking flesh. I fuck myself as I suck him, and that is enough to send him over the edge.
Hauling me up, he spins me around and pushes my body against the shower wall, his hand going around the front of my neck and gripping my chin. He holds it there, his thumb and forefinger holding my chin while the rest of his hand curls around my throat. Then he’s pressing against me, his cock aching and hard. “You clean?” he rasps, a tone I’ve never heard him use. It sounds as desperate as I feel.
“Yes. And protected.”
That’s all he needs to hear.
He pushes inside me with one hard thrust, and my moans fill the shower as the burn takes over, radiating from the inside out, gripping me. His hand tightens around my neck, and the pressure is just enough to make the throb in my head a little worse. Something about that turns me on, and as he drags his cock out and pushes it back in, I can’t stop the screams that leave my throat.
Moans are no longer enough.
This kind of pleasure calls for the world to hear.
Colt fucks me, hard and deep, his hand around my throat, the other against the wall beside my head. I cum once, twice, three times, and my screams eventually turn to ragged gasps as he finds his own release, pulling his cock out and cumming all over my back, the hot liquid quickly washed away by the water. I would love nothing more than to see him in this moment, his big hand curled around his cock, his jaw tight.
I hate that he turns me away when he’s inside me.