Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
"I'm sorry!" I sob, rocking back against his hand.
"No, you aren't."
He's right. I'm not sorry. I just spent a week in Sacramento for work, and I missed him horribly. I spent the whole time making sure he missed me just as much. I teased him mercilessly every day, knowing he couldn't do anything about it. I wanted to watch him unravel. I wanted to watch him crack. It's been ten years, and this man still drives me wild. But we don't have nearly as much time to play as we did ten years ago. With kids underfoot, finding time can be difficult.
Not today. When he picked me up from the airport, the kids were nowhere to be found. And my man was in beast mode. I've been paying for my teasing since we pulled into the driveway. I never want it to stop. And yet, if he doesn't let me come soon, there might not be enough of me left to orgasm when he finally lets me.
He rips his hand away as soon as I'm on the edge again.
"Granger!" I shout. "Please!"
His hand comes down on my ass in a hard smack.
I sob his name, pain bleeding to ecstasy as my hips rock forward.
He grabs me, dragging me right back into position. His palm runs across my cheek, soothing the sting. "Goddamn, baby doll," he breathes. "You look good in red."
"More," I beg.
"You aren't supposed to enjoy your punishment."
We both know he's lying. The only punishment he ever gives me is the kind we both enjoy. The kind I live and breathe for. After ten years, there's nothing we haven't done together. No fantasy we haven't indulged. No desire we haven't uncovered. But this is my favorite. Granger in control, taking what he wants, how he wants.
Phone sex with him ten years ago was incredible. But nothing competes with this man when I've pushed him past the breaking point. Nothing compares to my husband when he's driving me out of my mind. He knows me better than anyone. He knows my body better than I do.
He smacks my other cheek, making me cry out his name.
"You sound so sweet when you're sobbing my name, Arwen." He yanks me back toward him. "But I want to hear you scream it." He enters me in one deep thrust, impaling me on his hard cock.
I come instantly, screaming exactly like he wanted.
"Good girl," he croons, his voice guttural as he grips my hip tight to hold me in place. As the orgasm rips me apart with savage intensity, he drives into me, his hips crashing against mine to drive him deeper.
I writhe in ecstasy, tears slipping down my cheeks as he wrecks me in the best way possible. There's nothing I can do except take it. Take it. Take it. One orgasm bleeds into another, my nipples dragging across the bedding. His name leaves my lips in loud cracks of sound that only spur him on.
"Give me one more, baby doll," he demands. "I want to feel that tight cunt squeezing me while I'm claiming your womb."
"Granger," I whimper.
"It belongs to me, little one," he growls. "You're the reason I need to come. I'm breeding you again when I do it." He tilts my hips higher, changing the angle slightly. "Besides, we both know how much you love when I leave you dripping my cum."
I moan as my stomach clenches…just like it always does when he talks about breeding me. There's something ungodly sexy about this man coming inside me and wanting to get me pregnant at every available opportunity. He makes me want it just as badly.
" I'm putting another baby in you, Arwen." He slips his hand between my legs. "Christ. You've made a mess of this little thing for me." His fingers slip through my folds, his thumb circling my clit. "Now it's my turn. Fucking come, little one."
I try to ignore the command and drag this out for as long as possible, but my body is under his spell as much now as it's ever been. There is no holding it off. As soon as I feel his teeth close around the shell of my ear, my entire body seizes up.
I wail his name as I fall apart beneath him, collapsing into an orgasm powerful enough to leave me seeing stars. My lungs stop functioning. For one perfect moment, the entire world disappears. All that's left is his weight against my back, his teeth around my ear, and his hard length inside me, fucking me as if he never intends to stop.
My name echoes around the room, shouted from his lips in pure ecstasy as my body clamps down on his. He loses his rhythm and his mind at the same time. He fucks me wildly, pumping his hips and cursing as cum shoots up his shaft and then splashes inside me, hot and sticky. Perfect.