Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Fast,” I gasped. Because I was already desperate. I cupped my breasts, trying to ease the ache in them.
“Mmm.” He nipped my nether lips. “I was just in this shower before you came,” he said and nipped me again. “Thinking about you. About this.” He made his tongue firm and penetrated me. “Jerking off to the memory of your glorious tits.”
The image of him pleasuring himself in here—and recently—had me so hot I got dizzy.
I rubbed my eager flesh over his mouth, trying to get more friction. More action. More satisfaction. He found my clit with his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, grazed his teeth. And then he suctioned his mouth over the little nubbin.
I screamed, pulling at his hair. He had a talented dick and a talented mouth. My orgasm was swift and blinding—running through me like a freight train. The heat from the shower made me dizzy, and the room spun. I would’ve fallen down if Rob wasn’t still holding me up, still sucking on my sensitive bud, but gently now.
When it passed, I whimpered, my legs shaking.
Rob stood up, eyes—yellow.
Not brown. What the hell? I’d never seen anyone’s eyes change so much in different light.
He cupped and played with my breast with one hand, still pinning me against the shower wall with the other. “Turn around, angel. I want to see that ass again.”
I wasn’t sure I was up for more anal—especially without lube, but the desire to obey Rob’s hoarse commands and see how this played out was greater than any need I had to control.
I rotated to face the shower wall and spread my legs, looking over my shoulder for his reaction.
It didn’t disappoint. Heat burned in his gaze as he stroked a hand down my side and over my ass. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
So much pleasure pumped through my system at that moment, I thought I’d overload… and I’d already come.
Rob reached out of the shower and retrieved a condom from the medicine cabinet. I turned my face back to the wet tile, listening as he ripped it open and rolled it on.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here,” he rumbled, appearing right behind me, “so tomorrow when I’m in here stroking myself and thinking about you, I’ll remember exactly how it feels to be inside you.” He rubbed his cock over my slick entrance.
I was so ready for him. The anal had been amazing, and I loved that he’d gone straight to that yesterday—but right now my pussy wanted to be filled by him for the first time. Desperately.
I arched my back and pushed, taking him in.
He groaned as his thick length penetrated me and then inched in, deeper and deeper. My pussy was able to take him easier than my ass, but he was still big, and it was a tight fit. I was wet for him, and the orgasm had softened me up to accept him better. Still… I liked it big.
“This is all reward today, Natalie. You tell me how you like it,” he rumbled.
The name Natalie grated on my ears like a betrayal, even though I was the one lying. I hated that in a moment like this, he wasn’t saying Willow. He wasn’t saying my name. It was as if all his potency, his virility and dominance wasn’t for me. I was an imposter. Fuck, he didn’t even know my name. Wasn’t murmuring it in the throes of ecstasy. Using it to command me into positions.
But I couldn’t think of that now. Not when he bottomed out in me with a slight bite of pain.
“I like this,” I panted, my fingers splayed wide against the tile. I did. Hard. Deep. Rough. Wild. I loved everything he did.
He gripped my hips and glided slowly in and out. Every stroke was a wave of sensation. I panted just to assimilate it all. His size, his angle, how good it felt to have him so deep.
“More,” I croaked when I’d grown used to it.
“Yeah?” He bumped into me harder.
“Yes,” I encouraged. Damn, it felt good. It was hard to believe how good sex was with Rob Wolf. Beyond any other experiences I’d had.
His breath grew ragged, his grip on my hip bones bruising. He shifted his angle, so he could drive up into me, instead of straight in, and I cried out with the pleasure of it.
I loved feeling him so deep in me. Loved the wet sound of flesh against flesh, the feel of him pounding. Driving. Pushing me to take all of him.
Loved it.
“Yes, more,” I crooned, even though it was already quite rough.
He braced his hand on the wall beside mine and jackhammered into me, making my vision go hazy.
“More,” I croaked again. I couldn’t get enough, as if no matter what he did, I needed even more of him.