Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
THIRTY-FOUR
Alaska
He displays moments of malevolence but also moments of tenderness. Then there are moments of complete consumption of me. And I want him to consume me. I almost want to beg for it, despite my pride telling me never to beg a man.
I guess that’s where it would be different with us.
He doesn’t make me feel like I would have to or that I would feel less than by doing so.
He hovers above me, his hands lightly feathering my body, causing goose bumps to break out over my skin. I gasp as he reaches my nipples, his mouth closing around the hard peak and sucking before I feel his teeth bite into it. He repeats the pattern with the other breast, his cock teasing my entrance as he touches me.
I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter at his touch.
He is careful not to put his weight on me or touch my stomach, but right now, I don’t care. It doesn’t even hurt that much anymore.
Or maybe it’s just the endorphins kicking in.
Either way, I am lost to it.
Lost to him.
And what an amazing way to be lost.
He crawls farther down my body, his mouth gliding along my skin. I lift my hands to my hair, gripping, then sliding my fingers through it as his mouth lands on my pussy. I hear his intake of breath before his tongue slides between my lips and he licks me.
It’s heaven, and I buck my hips at his touch.
Fuck.
His touch is amazing.
His mouth leaves me, and I glance down to see him smirking, his eyes intently watching me.
“You look fucking beautiful when you want my cock.” Zuko lowers his head back between my legs and pushes himself closer to me, teasing me as he hovers above me. “Is she needy?” he asks.
I can only nod my head.
He pushes closer, just the tip, before he grabs my hands and places them at my sides. “Keep them still, do you understand?” I nod again, all words lost to me, as his hands come up and caress my neck. He places his thumbs on either side of my throat, and then he slowly inserts himself into me. I feel something, and when I check, I see he’s wearing a cock ring—one made to please us both. It rubs my clit as he pushes in, and I flinch, but he holds me down, my hands remain at my sides.
His mouth comes down on mine as he starts a slow rhythm, the cock ring moving and gliding along my clit with a slight vibration.
Shit! That feels good.
I feel myself getting there already. How can he do that so fast? I try to stay still, as he requested, but the pressure is becoming too much. It’s all too much. I try not to buck my hips, but then his hands tighten slightly on my neck. He leans down and kisses me as he increases the pressure further, still thrusting into me.
I lift my hand and grip his, but he doesn’t release me, just keeps on thrusting and applying pressure until my head feels light, my body feels high, and I can’t contain it. I squeeze his hands tighter, and he eases the pressure a fraction, and when I suck in a breath, he slams into me, and I feel everything all at once.
My body comes alive.
An orgasm I didn’t even feel building hits me hard—harder than anything before it.
A scream rips from my throat.
Zuko crashes his lips to mine and kisses me again.
The speed of his thrusts increases, and that ring is still vibrating on my clit.
“I—”
“Come again, Trouble,” he orders, gripping one of my thighs.
I’m not sure how I can, but he doesn’t stop. He pulls out, looks between us, and slaps my clit, hard. I scream again, and he pushes ever so slowly back into me. I watch as he sucks one of his fingers and then places it on my clit.
Holy shit.
His cock is hitting that spot inside me.
His hand and the vibration are taking over.
I can’t hold on any longer as I feel my body go so high, my breathing pauses, and I have to remember to inhale and exhale.
I need to breathe.
“That was hot!” Zuko pants, wiping the hair that has fallen out from my bun away from my face. “I could do that again.” I look up to him and have to remember to breathe. Is this what relationships are like. Is this what I have been missing out on?
“Well, I need a break.” I smile up at him.
He pulls out and lies next to me and I turn to my side and study him.
“What?” he asks, staring at the ceiling.
“Did that satisfy you? I mean…sexually? Did it get you off?” I ask.
His head shifts on the pillow until his eyes meet mine. “The sight of you gets me off. Why would you ask that?”