Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Before I can properly contemplate the matter, he breaks our kiss. His lips go to my neck, collarbone, chest.
Stomach.
I watch as he lowers himself onto his knees. As he peels my panties aside. Brings his lips to my clit.
Fuck. He doesn't tease me today. He licks me just how I need him.
My eyes close for a second. It's almost too much. My body is already buzzing. My skin is already sensitive.
Everything feels deeper, harder, sweeter—
More.
He slides his hand up my stomach. Over my breast. Then his thumb is against my nipple, scraping the lace against my tender skin.
Fuck. It's such soft lace, but like this, it feels rough in the best possible way.
He does it again and again.
A little softer. A little harder. Slower. Faster.
I force myself to open my eyes.
The sight of him, on his knees, between my legs, his hand on my breast—
It's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
He has me tied up. He's in control. But he's bending to me too. Giving me what I—
Fuck.
The pressure of his soft, wet tongue winds the tension inside me. He works me exactly how I need him too.
Then a little faster.
A little faster.
Until it's perfect.
I reach for his hair, but the tie catches on my wrist. I'm bound. At his mercy.
It pushes me over the edge. With the next flick of his tongue, I come. I groan his name again and again.
I don't care that I'm too loud. That someone might hear. That we might end up in an Italian prison.
He tugs the lace thong a little harder. Pushes it into my thigh. Then he's there, sucking on my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me.
"Shep—" I let the tie tug at my wrists. Fuck, the soft silk, the light pressure.
He pulls the lace cup of the bra aside. Then it's his thumb against my nipple. Slow circles that drive me wild.
The tension winds quickly. Until it's too much. More than I can handle. I'm so close. I'm almost—
He pulls back, leaving me on the edge. "Say my name when you come, princess."
I stay impossibly taut. So, so close to unraveling but not there yet.
Then he brings his mouth to me and I'm there.
I groan his name as I come.
My eyes close. My universe goes white. As pure and sweet as the bridal lace.
I am an angel and he is corrupting me and I love every fucking second.
He works me through my orgasm. Then he pulls back. Takes off his suit jacket. Undoes his top two buttons.
Unzips his slacks.
His cock springs free.
He doesn't wait. He brings his hands to my thighs. Pushes my thong over my ass.
For a moment, it stays at my knees. He holds my gaze as he slides two fingers inside me. He pushes them deep.
Then he does it again.
Again.
Harder.
"Shep—" My head falls back, hitting the wall. "Please. Fuck me. Please, sir. I need you."
"You need me?" His voice stays firm, but there's something else in it. A curiosity. Like he's asking how much I need him.
Right now, more than anything. But I really can't say if I need his lips, hands, cock, respect, affection, love.
All of it.
But especially—"I need your cock inside me, sir."
He lets out a low groan. Drives his fingers into me again. Then again. Again.
I shift my legs so the thong falls to my ankles. Then I kick it off.
He's merciful. He brings his hands to my thighs. Lifts them. Wraps them around his waist.
My weight shifts off the ground. To his hands. The wall. The hook.
It creaks. It's not made for this.
He pins me to the wall as he lifts me up. Unhooks me. Brings my arms to him, so they're hooked around his neck.
My wrists are still bound, but I can feel his skin. He's so close. As close as he's ever been.
He holds my gaze as he pushes into me.
Fuck. At once, I'm whole. I'm pure. I'm exactly where I need to be.
He rocks his hips, pinning me to the wall, filling me again.
My fingers curl into his neck. His hair. Then it's my nails against his skin. I'm at his mercy. He's holding me up. With the help of the wall, yes, but it's flimsy.
I have to trust him.
And he… I'm barely bound. He trusts me too.
He pulls back and rocks into me again.
My thoughts disappear. Pleasure takes over my senses. That overwhelming fullness.
"You feel so good, baby." The words fall off my lips. "Fuck me. Please. Come inside me."
He doesn't correct me. Ask me to call him sir. He looks into my eyes for a moment. Then he moves closer, so his head is in the crook of my neck.
He thrusts into me again.
I watch him move until I can't take it anymore.
I have to close my eyes.
To soak in every sweet inch.
Deep, steady thrusts.
Again and again.
Until I'm wound so tight I might burst.