Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Sucking, nibbling, using his tongue, nose, teeth, even the stubble on his jaw, he drove her to the brink of insanity and beyond. She’d lost track of the orgasms, major and mini, when he finally lowered her back to the mattress and knelt between her spread thighs.
He stared down at her in smug approval as she lay naked and spreadeagled before him, her limbs jelly, and her brain mush.
“You already look well-fucked,” he said, the thickened rasp of his voice barely comprehensible. He made a deep, rumbly sound of satisfaction and reached down to encircle his thickness with his hand. He was so hard by now, he had to peel his cock away from his abdomen and angle it downward. His other hand covered her mound, a thumb pressed against her swollen clit.
Lilah’s breath came in pants as she watched him position himself at her entrance.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He grunted in satisfaction at her breathless reply and pushed forward until the broad head of his penis pushed its way into her warm, very wet, and welcoming pussy.
Lilah gasped at the incomparable feel of him right there where she need him most, but she had something to say. Something that needed saying even though she feared her warning was coming way too late.
“Wait,” she implored, flattening both palms against his hard chest in an attempt to halt his forward momentum. He stopped, just the tip of him wedged tightly inside of her, while his tense face lifted and his fevered eyes scorched into hers.
His entire body shook with strain, muscles bunched and tense.
“Wait for fucking what?” The question was less than gracious and delivered in a tone of seething resentment, but he’d stopped and that was what counted.
“This won’t change how I feel about our marriage, Ben.”
“I don’t honestly give a fuck about that right now, Lilah,” he ground out from between tightly-clenched teeth. “Now are we doing this or are there any other pressing matters you need to get off your chest right this very second?”
God, he was such a dick.
Lilah glared at him, tempted to prolong the moment just for the sheer perversity of it… but he moved his hips just the tiniest fraction of an inch and it sent a wave of sensation rippling through her.
“Oh yes,” she sighed, and he grinned wickedly.
“Like that?” he asked, not even bothering to conceal the arrogance in his voice or on his face. “More?”
“Yes, damn you,” she snapped, digging her feet into the mattress and lifting her hips in invitation.
“Then hang on because this is going to be rough and fast.” He grabbed hold of her wrists, shackling them both in one large hand and pinning them above her head.
He surged all the way into her aching, clenching passage and she grunted in shock at the sheer size of him. He allowed her a moment—a very brief moment—to adjust before withdrawing all the way to the very tip of his cock and plunging back in again. God, the feel of him on top of her, inside of her, all around her, it was both foreign and familiar at the same time and she was overwhelmed by his complete hijacking of every one of her senses.
Lilah kept her eyes glued to Ben’s beautiful face, wanting to know if this was affecting him in more than the obvious way. His eyes blazed down into hers, looking feverish and intense, but his strained face revealed no real depth of emotion. He was turned on, he was deriving pleasure from her body, but nothing more than that.
“My cock. Your pussy. That’s all you need to be thinking of right now, Lilah,” he commanded her with a growl and broke eye contact to stare fixedly down at her mouth. A second later he dipped his head to cover her lips with his. He still had the earthy, salty taste of her on his lips, while he practically ate her mouth alive, his lips hot, tongue demanding. An act of penetration equally as deep and intimate as the one his body was mounting on hers.
She bent her knees and used her feet for leverage to meet him thrust for thrust. He was as good as his promise—the sex was rough, fast, and lacking in any kind of tenderness or affection, but it was exactly what she needed right now. He still had her hands imprisoned above her head, and she resented that. Resented that he exerted this much control over her movements right now. She struggled against his hold wanting to touch him, wanting to drive him over the edge, needing to—
He freed her mouth and immediately latched onto a nipple instead and all thought fled from Lilah’s mind at the harsh, almost painful tug of his mouth on her sensitive flesh.
At the same time, his thumb pressed down harder on her clit and she cried out wordlessly and bucked violently beneath him as she came with the force of a tsunami slamming to shore.