Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“All of this is mine,” he rumbles. “All of this for me. Did Crane make you gush like this?”
I know better than to answer that question, but then he shoves his fingers inside me and with his other hand makes a fist in my hair, yanking my head back. I cry out, and his mouth is at my ear, his breath hot. “Answer the fucking question. Did your professor make you this wet? Did he fuck you with his fingers too? Did you squeeze them like a vise?”
“Yes,” I manage to say.
“Did you like it?” he says, licking up my earlobe, making me shiver. His fist in my hair tightens painfully, his fingers fucking me.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He pauses, pulling back slightly.
“What a little whore you are,” he says.
Then he spits on the back of my exposed neck, and I flinch. The spit slowly rolls down my spine and under the back of my nightgown, and I feel his eyes burning on me.
“But you’re my whore,” he adds as he removes his fingers, and I barely have time to take in a breath before I feel his hips on my ass, the hard heat of his cock at my entrance, and then he’s shoving up inside me with one sharp thrust.
“Oh God!” I cry out, my palms flattening.
“I’m not your god.” Brom seethes, his lips at my neck, biting, licking as his hips press me into the wall, his cock rammed inside me as far as it will go. I feel like I’m being torn in two, and I think I might faint, the world going fuzzy in a mix of pleasure and pain.
“I’m not your god,” he says again. “I’m your devil.”
He pulls out slowly, and I can feel his length drag over every nerve inside me before he shoves back inside me, to the hilt. His chest is pressed against my back, sweat dripping down onto my nightgown, the heat of him like an inferno.
He might be the devil, and so this might be Hell.
But why does Hell feel so good?
Because you’re a witch, I remind myself. A heathen with no god except sex.
“Taste yourself,” Brom says, letting go of my hair and reaching over my face, sliding his fingers into my mouth. “Suck them.”
I obey him just as I’ve obeyed Crane. I suck the taste of me from his fingers as he continues to pump into me from behind. He keeps his fingers in my mouth, hooking them there like I’m a horse he’s keeping in place, and I can’t help but think of Crane in the stable, how he wanted to ride me like one. No wonder these two men found each other.
“You’re thinking about him.” Brom says between grunts, biting my earlobe. “What do I have to do to get you to stop? Do I need to make you come? Do I need to spill inside you until you’re a sloppy mess? Shall I make you lick it all up, daffodil?”
“Please,” I say around his fingers, because I want that. I want everything this wild beast of a man has to give me.
“You like to beg,” he says, spearing me with one hard thrust until my breasts are flat against the wall. “How often did you beg him for release?”
“Always.”
He lets out a low roar, removing his hand that’s wet with my mouth. He brings his hand behind me, and I hear him spit into it. Then I jolt as it makes its way down to my ass, running over the cleaved space between my cheeks.
“Has he touched you here?” he whispers, licking up my neck, taking grip of my hair again with his other hand. He yanks my strands, sending shards of pain that cascade over my body, making my hips buck.
“N-no,” I tell him. I’ve wanted it but felt too devious to ask, even in front of someone like Crane.
He lets out a low noise of pleasure and then slides his fingers between the crack, finding the spot, his tips wet and pushing into where I’m tightest.
“Do you like that?” he asks, bringing my head back again so my neck is exposed and his mouth is at my ear. There’s a tone to his question that reminds me of the old Brom, the desire to please. It’s still there. He’s still there.
I try to nod, swallow.
“Good,” he says, pushing his finger inside my ass while he continues to drive his cock into me.
I suck in my breath, my body overwhelmed by too many sensations. He’s inside me in two different places, his cock and finger working in tandem and working me hard, while his grip in my hair gives me pleasure and pain. I’m starting to ache so much between my legs, my blood hot, making my skin feel too tight. The need to climax is becoming painful, and I’m not sure how much more I can take.