Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
“Running out,” I gasp as his fingers dance right above my clit. I’m sweating with how hard it is to stop myself from lifting my hips to get his fingers where I want them.
“Here?” he hisses as his thumb barely grazes the top of my clit.
I surge mindlessly, my hips bucking before I can even control it, and Chance open-palm swats my pussy with his fingers, right over my clit. It’s not hard, but not soft either, and the shocking jolt of it nearly makes me come. “Fuck,” I cry out.
“Be a good girl. Let me love you.”
There’s a deeper meaning to his order, but I can’t think about it now. Not when every fiber in my body is fighting it. My hands are clenched into tight fists, my toes are curled, my back is arched, and my heart is pounding. I breathe in little pants, trying to relax to receive this pleasure he wants to give me.
This love?
Don’t go there, Samantha, I warn myself. One thing at a time.
When my back touches the table again, he purrs, “There you go. Good girl.” The grit in his voice tells me he wants this as much as I do, and that’s enough to give me another burst of strength.
I can do this. I can lie here and let him torture me with pleasure, enjoying every moment of it. I can accept this. I deserve this.
The mantra forms in my mind unconsciously, but I roll with it.
“I deserve this.” Speaking it aloud makes it more real, and Chance responds with a growl.
“Fuck yes, you do.”
His tongue lashes over my clit, speedy, quick flicks focused right on top of it that drive me insane, while the rest of my pussy begs for attention of its own. I feel empty and want him to fill me, not caring if it’s with his fingers or cock, and I can feel my muscles clamping down, looking for something to squeeze. But he doesn’t . . . not yet. He’s just getting started with me, and he eats me out like a starving man given a luscious dessert. Licking me like ice cream, sucking me like candy, even nibbling my clit like chocolate.
As my cries get louder, Chance zeroes in, finding a pattern over my clit that I can’t withstand for long. “Come for me. Scream my name and tell me you accept my apology, Samantha. Please,” he grunts, keeping me going with his thumb on my clit while he begs. As he dives back for more, I explode into shards of glass, light reflecting everywhere inside my soul.
“Chance! No need . . . to . . . apologize,” I manage to stutter out amid my release. “Yes!”
I mean it, there’s nothing he needs to apologize for. His family’s behaviors aren’t his own. And for the most part, his family was great. I knew what I was walking into and handled the rest.
So if I don’t need to apologize . . . and he doesn’t need to apologize . . . what are we doing?
Falling back to reality, I reach for him but he pulls away.
“Not done. By a longshot.” It’s all the warning I get before his fingers fill me, pumping into my pussy hard and fast and wiping any logical thought from my mind.
Is that two fingers? Three? His whole damn hand?
I don’t know, but with my being so close to the edge, the onslaught is a lot. “Oh, shit. I don’t know if I can.”
“Give me another one,” he demands.
The stretching feeling relaxes, and Chance lays his arm over my hips, holding me down as he slams his fingers into me staccato, brushing them over my front wall with every stroke. “This is what I felt like, held down by the seatbelt while you made me come for you.”
I lift my head to look at him, finding him grinning darkly as he watches his fingers disappearing inside me, enjoying my messy pleasure. “You gonna make me come again?” I ask, knowing the answer and wanting the orgasm. “Hold me down and take what you want from my pussy?”
I’m turning the tables a bit. He told me to be still, not to be quiet, and he’s as turned on as I am. He almost made me come sucking on my nipples, and I wonder if I can make him come with only my words.
His strokes get sloppy, his hand curling a bit, and when his palm bumps into my clit, I’m done. I fall apart again, or come together, I’m not sure which. All I know is that waves keep coming and coming, taking me deeper and deeper until I’m drowning.
Suddenly, I gasp, the air rushing into my lungs after unconsciously holding my breath.
“Fuck me, please, Chance,” I beg. I’m a ragdoll, but I want him to come too. I want to give him pleasure.