Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Meanwhile, Bruce prolongs my climax, pumping his fingers rhythmically as the last spasm rocks my body, but we’re not done yet. The gorgeous playboy grabs my hips and stands up, flipping us before putting me down on the couch. Then, he quickly strips me of my thong and slips it in his pocket with a wicked smile before dropping to his knees in front of the couch. He parts my thighs, pulling me forward so that my ass is at mouth-level.
“Fuck baby,” he rasps, looking down at the gleaming pink. “You’re so wet for me.” Then he slowly leans forward, licking me with just the tip of his tongue before circling my clit and trailing up through my core. “Damn, baby girl. You taste so good.”
Meanwhile, my world’s changing colors like a prismatic rainbow. “God, yes!” I cry as he dives his tongue into my core again, licking and stroking me as I writhe beneath him. My hips buck as another orgasm crashes into me, and Bruce devours me hungrily as I ride it out.
“Oh my God,” I moan blissfully, completely wrung out and sated after two immense climaxes. My universe has narrowed to this man only, and I’ve completely forgotten why we’re here. But Bruce wants his due, and with a wicked smile, he crawls onto the couch between my legs, and claims my mouth. I moan against his lips as I taste my hot juices on him. “I need you,” he rasps in my ear. “I need to be inside your body, Jemima.”
Nodding, I reach up and unbutton his shirt, sliding my hands inside and reveling in the feel of his hard chest and six-pack abs against my fingers. Then, he sits up on his knees and begins to unbutton his pants. My eyes drop to watch him as he unzips and pulls out an enormous cock, so big that my eyes widen.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, my gaze flicking to him. But he merely chuckles low in his throat.
“You’re ready for me,” he growls. “You’ve already come twice, sweetheart, so you’re relaxed and loose.”
Then he runs his hand up and down that massive length, swiping his thumb over the tip as a bead of pre-come glistens in the light. “See what you’ve done to me?” he asks. “This is all you, baby girl.”
With that, he moves back between my legs, rubbing his head against my overly sensitive clit, making me arch off the couch as he smirks, eyes glowing. Then, he notches his head at my opening and eases inside me slowly. I feel as if I’m being split in two.
“Ahh!” I scream with pleasure and pain. He’s so thick I can feel him everywhere, caressing every nerve inside as he pumps, deep and hard, our bodies straining toward one another with every thrust.
“You feel so good,” he groans, burying his face in my neck, nipping my throat. “You stretch so well, honey.”
With that, we settle into a rhythm, although it’s uncomfortable at first. But sure enough, I adjust to his size and soon, his penetrations are reaching all the way inside, making me moan. But then, the handsome man tears his mouth from mine and smirks once more. “Want to really give them something to remember?”
I blink. What? Oh right, the revenge scheme.
“Right now,” I moan, “I want anything you want to give me.”
Grinning, he pulls out and then he grabs my hips and flips me over so I’m on my hands and knees with my hands gripping the couch back. A moment later I feel something cool and wet on my ass, and then he begins rubbing my asshole with his fingers, massaging my back pucker. I blink and stare at him over one narrow shoulder with shocked eyes.
“Oh my God!”
The pressure of his fingers merely grows more insistent.
“Trust me,” he growls. “I’m going to take good care of you and make this a night to remember no matter how this revenge scheme plays out.”
I bite my lip and nod because I do trust Bruce Wilshire. It may not make sense, but I know he’s going to make this just as good as he’s made everything else. I let my bottom relax, and a moment later I feel him slowly pressing a finger into my dark channel. It’s tight, but I inhale slowly, allowing him to keep going. He stirs the digit in my back end, loosening me up, and the pressure changes, morphing into pleasure.
“So pretty,” he murmurs. “Think you can take more?”
Without waiting for a reply, he adds another finger, scissoring the two digits to stretch me until I’m rocking back against his hand with pleasure. Oh my god, is this really happening? Am I letting a handsome playboy finger my bottom while we’re in public? But I’ve lost all sense of sanity, so I give in to the tide of sensation. “More,” I beg breathily, pressing my forehead against the couch back. “Oooh, yes.”