Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
I moan as my heartbeat picks up, pounding through me as my core goes tight as if gathering euphoric energy. It makes everything feel ten times as good because it means we’ll have a baby together soon.
Slowly turning around, I bend over, holding onto the back of the chair.
Felix snarls as he reaches around and unbuttons my jeans. My panties are tangled up in the material. I feel them sticking to my wet lips as he drags them down.
They’re trapped around my ankles, pushing my thighs together.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Felix staring down at me, completely focused on my naked ass.
“Fucking hell, Freya.” He grabs onto my leg, near the back of my knee. He then slides up and up, closer to my sex. “Your pink pussy is shining for me. Have you ever been this wet before?”
“No,” I whimper, my pussy flooding even more as I track the pulsing in his jaw, the tightness of his muscular body.
He reaches over, guiding his middle finger to my mouth. “Suck this. Pretend it’s my cock.”
“I’ve never sucked a…done that before.”
His eyes snap open widely.
I think he’s getting angry for a second, but then he grabs onto both my thighs and pulls me up against him. He drives his cock against my pussy, the outline huge through his pants.
“You’ve got no idea how much more that makes me want you,” he snarls, smoothing one hand over my ass. “Come on, Freya, get this finger good and wet for your pussy.”
He returns his finger to my mouth. It’s tempting to feel silly, as though he’s going to laugh, but as I taste his finger – his skin, sweat, him – and start bobbing my head up and down, his eyes only get wider, more focused.
Taking his hand from my mouth, he strokes in circles around my sex, making it warmer, causing the hissing fireworks to get even louder inside of me. My pussy is screaming out for him, fueled by my core and desire for that unlikely future.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans as his finger slides inside of me, deeper and deeper.
I push back against him instinctively, my hips guiding me, hardly able to comprehend how this feels.
It’s like my pussy is going to catch on fire as he slips in and out, his growling getting deeper, his groans telling me he’s getting pleasure just from giving it.
“That’s it,” he snaps, his voice taut. “Bounce like the horny virgin you are. I’m going to take you like this one day, Freya, from behind. Imagine this is my cock instead. Imagine I’m holding onto your sweet curvy hips, and I’m pounding into you, making that gorgeous ass jiggle for me.”
He pumps his finger faster, and then my body makes a gross wet noise.
Felix removes his finger when I stop pumping.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
He glares down at me, muscles threatening to rip through his clothes. “Don’t stop just because your body’s talking to me. That turns me on even more.”
“Really?” I whimper.
“It’s because you’re so tight,” he says huskily, circling my pussy. “Don’t worry about it. Just keep bouncing like you were.”
I nod, my body sparkling, even as nerves try to drag me down.
The pleasure, the temptation, is too strong.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
Felix
Her pussy was made for me.
Every time I slip my finger into her, I feel the closeness, the bond forming. I feel how badly her body wants to give in to me, the same way I need to give in to her.
Staring down at her, I almost lose control.
Her naked ass is as round and mouthwatering as I knew it would be, with her pink lips soaked, glistening, her thighs wet as I keep fucking her with my finger, moving faster.
Her hair spills down over her face as she rocks back and forth. Her jeans trap her ankles, keeping her legs pushed close together, giving me the best view a man could ask for.
Not that any man except for me will ever see her like this.
She was looking over her shoulder before, but it’s like she can’t now, as though the pleasure is completely taking over.
I move my hand faster, savoring the way her sex tightens, pulsating, telling me she’s getting closer and closer to a searing finish.
When I feel her getting close, I can’t take it anymore. The beast inside of me howls, and suddenly it’s like I’ll die if I don’t taste her. Even if I know it makes no sense, I know it’s melodramatic. I can’t shake the feeling.
I need to taste her, to claim her with my mouth, just like I need to make sure no other man ever touches her.
Only me.
Forever.
Dropping to my knees, I slide my finger from her sex and start massaging her ass.
“I can feel how close you are,” I snarl, moving my mouth near her pussy, her tangy scent washing around me.