Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Have you been a bad, bad girl? Do you need me to spank your ass and make your pussy sting again?” Nick whispers into my ear, which has my sex gushing even more.
This man gets me… understands the woman I am deep inside.
I nod coyly.
He wraps his arms tightly around me and lifts me from the bed, causing me to cry out in excitement. He picks me up and carries me as he has before, easily as if I literally weigh nothing. Crossing the room, he sets me on the dresser, pressing my hot back against the ice-cold mirror.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp loudly, actually enjoying the shocking combination of sensations.
Nick pulls me closer to his chest until he’s positioned between my legs. He kisses me harder and more passionately than I have breath in my body to handle. Gasping, I dig my nails into his strong, muscular shoulders as his hands move tantalizingly closer to where I’m aching desperately, pulsating, frantic for him. My wet, hot desire throbs in my soaked panties, and I’m not sure how much longer I can cope with him just standing there.
I need him now.
I want him to slam into me. To take me. I want it all. Hard, soft, hard, soft, but I have no doubt hard would overrule in the end.
Nick places his palms on my thighs, which send butterfly wings flapping all over my body, causing my stomach to twist up in knots of passion. The feelings I have for this man are like nothing else. I love every damn second of experiencing them. But he is too near me now. Too close to not be doing more and it causes my breath to come out ragged, almost painfully so.
My head lolls to one side as his mouth claims my neck and my collarbone. I’m so frustrated I can scream. But at the same time, I’m enjoying how he’s making me feel.
“Nick,” I groan loudly, unable to keep it all inside anymore.
The mention of his name is enough to have Nick sliding my panties to one side and pushing a finger inside my pussy. It stills inside me as he looks up to meet my eyes. He then bends forward to place a kiss on my belly before sliding his finger deeper, much to my relief and to my intense pleasure. He’s exploring my inner walls, really massaging me. I want to squirm and to thrust my hips forward at the same time.
Suddenly I stiffen and then squeal as unbelievable pleasure sweeps through me.
“Oh my God,” I breathe as he begins to stroke over a spot I’d always thought didn’t exist except between the pages of a romance novel.
I pant, allowing myself to become consumed by him as he finger-fucks my hole. He slips in another finger, and another, until I feel completely powerless to him.
Without asking, without easing his way, and without an ounce of softness, he pulls one of his fingers from my wet pussy and thrusts it inside my anus. The biting intrusion has me crying out and tensing in his arms.
“A bad, bad girl gets her ass fucked,” he says as he pushes his finger deeper inside. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes, and I… I like it,” I confess, clutching his back as he nibbles my neck, never letting up on his thrusting. He has fingers in my pussy, and a finger in my ass, and I can barely comprehend the sensations rushing through me. Pain and pleasure blends to a point of drugging my mind and body with the need for more.
“Good.”
The moment I settle into the pattern of what he’s doing to my body, he pulls away. He removes my underwear as he goes, leaving me cold and totally exposed for him. My first instinct is to yell at him, to get him back inside me in one way or another, but then another idea overcomes me. I want to give Nick some of the pleasure he gives me. As I bite down painfully on my lip, I know exactly what I want next.
I jump down, pushing him backward until he falls back onto the bed behind him. Ripping his shirt completely off, I have a ravenous desire to taste his body right this very moment.
“What are you doing?” he asks, and I realize he’s smiling while doing so. He isn’t angry that I’ve done something bold, something that switches the power dynamic between us. I know he likes being in control, but this time… even for a second… I’m taking hold.
“Tasting you,” I say.
The smile never leaves his lips or his eyes as I drop to my knees in front of him. I unbuckle his belt and then unbutton and unzip his pants. As I slide them down, his cock springs free to point straight at the ceiling.