Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 108616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
How was this training? Perhaps over time, he’d learn to hate it or resent her for putting him through it. Was that even possible?
She lowered her forehead to the mattress and reached the dildo between her spread thighs. The tip separated her folds, the soft-looking skin clinging to the silicone as it slid in, inch by inch. Sweat slicked his palms. The rope dug into his heaving chest.
She withdrew the toy, slid it back in. Out. In. The dildo glistened with her moisture, filling the room with a sucking sound as her channel swallowed it greedily. It was torture. It was beautiful. He wanted to put his mouth on her, his cock in her. He burned to know how deep he could go, how fast he could thrust, how long he could hold on while staring into her eyes and tasting her lips.
The pull of a zipper sounded beside him. Josh kept his eyes on Liv but could make out the movements of Van pushing down his jeans and taking himself in hand.
No. No, not Van. Not with her. Rage boiled to the surface, straining his muscles, searing his skin. He ground his teeth, seething to chase Van from the room. He couldn’t do this, dammit. Not again. His arms twisted in the rope. He had to get free, to protect her, to fight for her.
A grunt muffled beside him, followed by a shouted exhale. Van jerked, shoulders twitching, and groaned out a sigh.
Josh was, at once, relieved and revolted by Van’s orgasm. But how quickly would he be ready to go again?
Her dark eyes flickered over her shoulder, skimming over Van’s groin, and collided with Josh’s gaze. There was a softening in her expression, in the skin exposed above the kerchief, as she accelerated the strokes of the dildo. The shared eye contact made him want to hold her tight and glide his length deep, their bodies so close, so intimate, he would learn everything about her. Every bump and turn inside. Every dream, every secret, hidden away in every nook and crevice of her heart. He craved that knowledge more than he’d ever craved anything in his life. He craved her.
His hips rocked, his erection stabbing the air, the plug sharpening the sensations. She flexed her pelvis, riding the dildo in sync with his movements. Their eyes held, her desire feeding his. Veins pulsed in his cock, his arousal coiling, straining, unable to reach the relief he so desperately needed. He couldn’t come without stimulation. He couldn’t come without permission.
She blinked at Van, back to him. Josh’s body shuddered. His penis ablaze, it swelled further, stretching painfully.
“Hey,” Van said gently, touching his leg, shooting electric sparks over his oversensitive skin. “Let me help you.”
Josh glanced down at his shockingly red and swollen erection jutting from beneath the ropes, his balls so tight they’d disappeared into his body. His brain muddled, and his body overheated. Was this the plan? Work him up to the point that he’d accept Van’s touch?
He raised his head, meant to search her eyes, but couldn’t see past the drugging beauty of her flesh wrapped around the thrusting dildo.
God forgive him, he jerked his chin up and down, breathless, lost to lust, crazed in his urgency to climax.
“Open your mouth.” Van’s words breathed in his ear. “Accept my kiss.”
Anything to keep that man away from her. He stretched his jaw, instantly, wantonly, his butt flexing around the plug. Lips captured his, tongues whipping and battling for control. Exhales pummeling in the hot trap of their sealed mouths. Van’s breath was sour and terrifyingly sweet. They kissed like they would fight. Rough, merciless, impassioned. And seething with rage.
A large hand gripped his erection, and he surged up on his knees, slamming his cock into the clench of fingers. With Van’s head angled to the side, Josh kept his eyes glued on her clasp of skin as it stretched around the toy. Was she imagining the dildo was him?
He thrust his hips, having sex with her in his mind, panting noisily, his peak coiling tighter and tighter. Almost there—
“You will not come.” Her voice rasped at the edge of his awareness.
Frustration slammed into his gut. The hand on his cock was an extension of his own hand, stroking him at a hard and consistent pace. The tongue in this mouth shoved and licked.
He hung on the precipice, balancing, trembling to rush forward. Her command was unbearable. No coming without permission. No coming without— Ughhh, her pink folds looked so wet, her toned thighs flexing, her fingered grip on the dildo blanching her knuckles. He wasn’t going to make it. He tensed against it. Focused on the heat of Van’s mouth, the coarse stubble scratching over his jaw.
“Come, boy.” She panted. “Come for your Mistress.”
Her command tore the orgasm from every frenzied nerve inside him, surging forth in powerful, shivering waves. He rocked into the fist around his cock, his fingers digging into the rope on his torso, pressing into the man’s mouth on his, and moaned a hoarse, strained exhale.