Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
More than that, there’s nothing I want to do about it.
With his other hand, he smacks my ass. The quick slap isn’t sharp or painful. It’s just enough pressure to draw my attention back to him.
Back to the present.
“Stop thinking. I can practically hear your brain churning. There’s nothing you need to think about when I’m playing with your body, giving you pleasure. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good girl.”
He massages the tender area before slowly withdrawing. Just when I think he’ll slip free, he surges forward before once again pulling out. He keeps up a steady rhythm until I’m once again lulled to a strange place of contentment.
“You spread so beautifully, Carina. I fucking love seeing you like this. Ass in the air as you offer yourself up to me. The fact that you’ve never allowed anyone else to stroke you like this means everything. I won’t break the trust you’re placing in me. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
For a long stretch of silent minutes, he plays with my backside. No longer is there the bite of pain. My muscles have loosened. It’s almost a surprise when pleasure begins to build. It’s different from when he plays with my pussy. The effect is nothing short of drugging.
And I want more.
When I squirm, he says with a groan, “If I kept this up much longer, I bet you’d come for me. Especially if I stroked your clit. Is that what you want, pretty girl? To orgasm?”
The idea of coming like this turns me on more than I could have imagined.
His fingers grip my ass, stretching the flesh so that there’s once again a slight burn before he slaps the cheek. That’s all it takes for arousal to coil deep inside my core.
When he dips the fingers of his other hand into my pussy before sliding around to my clit and rubbing it with soft circles that leave me breathless, every muscle tightens with expectation. The one buried in my ass continues its slow, rhythmic slide. I can’t help but press into his hand, greedy for more contact. The orgasm brewing inside me feels like an impending storm seconds away from wreaking havoc.
It's exactly what I need.
“That’s it, pretty girl.” The pressure on my clit becomes insistent. “Just a little bit more to push you over the edge.”
The low scrape of his words and the feel of his fingers playing with both parts are what make me shatter. My pussy spasms as he continues to pump his finger in my ass. I arch as a tidal wave of sensation crashes over me, nearly dragging me to the bottom of the ocean. This release feels so different than the others I’ve experienced.
It’s not just my pussy.
It’s my ass as well.
The intensity is tenfold. Stars dance behind my eyelids as I groan out my pleasure. When the final spasm wracks my body, I collapse onto the mattress in a heap of limbs that feel as if they weigh a thousand pounds. My brain floats somewhere in the atmosphere.
It’s utter bliss.
Ford carefully slips from my exhausted body. Almost distantly, I hear the door to my bedroom open and then close. I squeeze my eyelids tight and simply allow myself to be in this moment. When the door reopens minutes later, he pads back to the bed. A warm cloth is pressed against my flesh, the cottony material wiping away my arousal.
Only then does he cage me in with his strength. There’s nothing in this world more comforting than his presence. It’s been that way since the very beginning, and I don’t think it’ll ever change. No matter what happens between us.
He presses his lips against my spine before kissing my bare shoulder blade and then face.
“Is that what you needed, baby?”
“Yes.” It doesn’t make sense how he knew.
“Good. I’m glad I could give it to you.”
There’s the rustle of clothing before he scoops me up and drags back the covers before carefully setting me down. Then he slides in and gathers me up into his arms.
I tilt my head until my gaze can lock on his and search it in the darkness. “What about you?”
“What about me?” he echoes.
“I thought you came over to fuck.”
“I came over because I can’t sleep without you in my arms. It had nothing to do with fucking. I knew you were upset about dinner. It’s the reason you ran away.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “I’m not going to allow you to do that anymore. This is more than fucking.”
A sliver of fear and uncertainty arrow through me. “It is?”
“You know damn well it is,” he says harshly.
When I open my mouth to fire off more questions, he presses his lips to mine. “We’ll talk more in the morning, all right? Go to bed. What you need right now is sleep.”