Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Is there something you want, sweet girl?” he growls against my ear as he caresses me until I’m shifting restlessly against him.
When I fail to respond, his voice dips lower. “That’s not an answer.”
His fingers skate in never-ending loops that drive me insane. The near drowning experience is no longer front and center in my brain. The only thing I’m cognizant of is Austin and the way he’s able to ignite a firestorm of need and emotion inside me.
He plays with my nipples while simultaneously stroking my heated flesh. After a few minutes, the hand at my breast glides upward until his fingers can loosely wrap around my throat.
That’s all it takes for my pulse to pick up its tempo, fluttering madly against his fingertips. His other hand cups my pussy before flexing possessively, the fingers sinking into my soft flesh and marking me in the most primal way possible.
“This belongs to me. It doesn’t matter what happens between us, it will always be mine.”
“Yes,” I moan, agreeing with the sentiment.
His middle finger slips inside my soaked entrance as the heel of his palm grinds against my clit. My breath catches as I widen my legs a few more inches and arch. The grip around my throat tightens before loosening as he strokes his fingers along the delicate column.
“Do you know how much I enjoy you like this? Draped naked across my body, open and hungry for my touch. Your pussy sobbing for every little caress while my fingers wrap around your throat.”
As the words fall roughly from his lips, I bow my spine and tip my head farther back, baring even more of the fragile column.
“I fucking love how much you enjoy surrendering to me. How you trust me enough to hand this power over for safekeeping.” Again, his fingers tighten, squeezing ever so gently, making me gasp for breath. My lungs shudder with the deprivation.
What he’s doing should frighten me.
It doesn’t. Instead…I love it.
Love that he can give me something I never realized I wanted.
Or needed.
Somehow, he was able to recognize it.
“I won’t ever abuse this gift.” He presses another tender kiss against the side of my face before his grip loosens and I gulp in a lungful of fresh air. “You’re so fucking perfect.” There’s a pause before he adds, “For me. You’re fucking perfect for me.”
Just as my muscles relax, his fingers tighten again, cutting off precious oxygen. “The thought of anyone touching you like this, giving you pleasure, drives me fucking insane.”
Even though a whimper escapes as my lungs plead for air, I don’t struggle or claw at him. My core floods with arousal as I press into his hand, loving the feel of all that strength wrapped around me, holding me tight, giving me what I so desperately long for.
“Please,” I gasp.
“Please what, sweet girl? Press harder or let go?”
That shouldn’t even be a question.
When his fingers loosen, I whisper, “I don’t know.”
The groan that escapes from him is rough and low. It only turns me on more.
“How did I get so lucky?”
I don’t know, but I feel the same.
We’re two halves of the same whole.
When his grip intensifies, I realize it’s exactly what I wanted. My eyes widen as my airflow once again becomes restricted. My hands rise, locking around his forearm as I press into him. Another deep groan rumbles up from his chest and vibrates through my stretched-out body. I arch, forcing my legs even wider, practically coming out of the water as the heel of his palm grinds against my throbbing clit and he slips a second finger inside me to stroke my inner walls.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It feels like I’m on the verge of passing out and yet, I want it to last forever. There’s so much pleasure flooding through every cell of my being as my brain turns hazy. Whether it’s from the lack of oxygen or the way he commands my body, I have no idea.
What I do know is that I trust him implicitly to keep me safe. Austin will push me to my limits and then past them until I shatter into a million broken fragments at his clever fingertips. And then he’ll carefully piece me back together again.
Just as my muscles turn taut, orgasm imminent, his grip tightens and I gasp. A silent scream echoes in my head as his fingers curl inside me, the palm grinding against my clit.
“Come for me right now,” he demands harshly.
And I do.
It’s like the floodgates open as I fall apart on command at his fingertips. All of the pleasure culminates into a single crystalline moment that explodes like fireworks behind my eyelids.
My lips part as my inner muscles convulse and an orgasm like I’ve never experienced before streaks through my body. When his grip loosens, I drag fresh air into my deprived lungs. The scream building within me bursts free as he continues to stroke my pussy, teasing out every last shudder.