Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Just as strong as ever,” I tell him, not nearly over his kidnapping antics.
A deep groan rumbles through his chest, and before I know it, Nick pulls himself free and flips me over, my back coming down against the freezing snow. I arch up off the cold with a hiss, but Nick comes down over me, straddling my chest and keeping me pinned beneath him. He grips his thick cock, those dark eyes like lasers on mine. “What did I tell you, Mila?”
I shake my head, having no fucking idea. I’m still buried deep in my post-orgasm fog, I barely know what’s happening.
“I warned you what would happen if that attitude wasn’t fucked out of you.”
Well damn. That particular little speech might be coming back.
“Remember?”
I nod.
“What did I tell you would happen?”
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip. “You’d fuck my pretty mouth.”
“Open.”
I narrow my gaze, the hunger rapidly building again, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for him. “I hope you don’t mind teeth,” I say, and as his brow arches with alarm, I open wide and take him deep in my throat.
It’s awkward having to lift my neck to be able to take him, but I wiggle my arm free and fist the bottom of his cock, working him with my mouth, tongue, and hand at the same time. He grits his teeth and just when he thinks he’s got it easy, I roll my tongue over his tip and watch the hunger flash in his eyes.
His hips jolt forward, forcing him deeper down my throat, and I welcome every inch. Despite everything, I’m still more than willing to please him. On my terms of course, which is exactly where my teeth come into play.
I narrow my jaw, my teeth gently coming down along his shaft as I move up and down his velvety cock. He sucks in a breath, his hand falling on top of mine at his base as though that could somehow control my movements. He doesn’t know whether to fear for his manhood or to relax and enjoy whatever brutal pleasure I have in store for him, but meeting my stare, he chooses to trust me, allowing me to continue, and that’s exactly what I do.
My tongue doesn’t let up, rolling over his sensitive tip before I move back down his length, letting my teeth tease as I continue to suck, taking him as far down my throat as I can tolerate. His eyes begin to flutter, rolling in the back of his head as his hips grow a mind of their own, continuously bucking toward me.
He reaches back, his fingers slipping between my thighs and rolling over my needy clit, and as I work him to the edge, he does the same for me. I push and push, giving him my absolute best work, watching closely as he begins to fall apart, completely at my mercy.
“Fuck, Mila,” he grits through his clenched teeth, and all I can do is grin against his delicious cock. I don’t give in, just keep working him harder and faster until he can’t take it a second longer and explodes hot spurts of cum into the back of my throat as he roars my name.
I come with him, my orgasm tearing through my body as he empties himself. I cry out around his cock, my whole body squirming beneath him, my hips bucking with desperation. Then finally, when he’s got nothing left to give, he slowly pulls out of my mouth, and I make a show of licking my lips as he softens his hand against my core, allowing me the chance to relax.
Nick falls to the snow, pulling me with him so that my back no longer burns against the cold, and he simply holds me on his chest, the sound of his heart so perfectly in sync with mine as we catch our breath.
“I don’t know how to hate you,” I tell him, my hand resting against his chest beside my face.
“Then don’t,” he wills, dropping his palm to my ass and making small circles.
I let out a heavy breath, wishing I could somehow just let it go, but I’m far too stubborn for that. “It’s not that easy,” I tell him. “It’s going to take some time.”
“I know,” he says. “But all I ask is that you try. I know this isn’t how you wanted any of this to happen, but I was running out of time and did what I had to do. If I had waited another minute, the sun would have risen, and I would have been gone another year. I couldn’t bear to leave you behind. Not again.”
I simply nod, not knowing how to respond until he finally sits us up. “Come on,” he murmurs, brushing my hair back off my face. “Let’s get you out of the cold, and then you can ignore me while I cook you dinner.”