Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Ryan licked his way down to her navel and flicked her belly button ring with his tongue. “I want your eyes, Kenna.” They opened, blazing fire at him.
“You want a lot.”
He slipped off her shoes and then snapped off her panties. “I want everything. I won’t accept anything less than everything you are and everything you have to give.” He took a step back and grabbed her thighs. “Everything, Kenna.” He tilted her hips toward him and then swiped his tongue between her slick folds. Her taste exploded on his tongue. She made that sound. God, that fucking sound. It was throaty and breathless and held a hint of demand.
Makenna fisted the sheets as he licked and ate at her pussy like it was his job. Lapping and nipping and pumping his tongue inside her. The friction built, winding her tighter and tighter. When his fingers dug into her thighs so hard she knew she’d bruise, that bit of pain sent her over. But Ryan didn’t stop. Merciless in his assault, he threw her into a second orgasm. Still, he didn’t stop. Her clit was sensitive enough to make her wince, but the friction still built once more. And when he pulled his wet finger from her pussy and pushed it into her ass, she came again. It was like her body didn’t belong to her anymore. It was giving Ryan what he wanted. She felt powerless, vulnerable. And she didn’t like it.
“Ryan, stop.” His head very slowly lifted, his features savage and predatory. She froze at the danger there. “I want to be on top.” The position would give her some measure of control. He was taking it all from her. Her libido was quite happy to roll over and show its belly.
“No.” Ryan suckled on her clit.
“It’s too sensitive.” He ignored her. So, in one swift, sneaky move, she pulled one thigh free and kicked his chest hard. Not that it appeared to have hurt him, but it did make him stagger backward.
“You kicked me,” Ryan growled. “That wasn’t nice.” She slid off the bed and onto her knees, tackled his fly and pulled down his jeans—which took him off-guard for two reasons. One, she seemed pretty pissed with him. Two, dominant females weren’t quick to deliver oral sex. They took their sweet time about it. When her eyes flicked to his and he caught the calculating glint there, he understood.
Fisting a hand in her hair, Ryan held her head in place before she could put her mouth on him. “No. You don’t want to suck me off, you want to take control.” He slowly shook his head. “Not happening. When you want my dick in your mouth, you can have it. Until then, you’ll wait.”
She snarled. “Who says you get to be in control?”
“I do.” He never ceded control. “Get up.” She just stared at him defiantly. “Get up, Kenna.”
The power and dominance in his tone made her pussy quiver. She relented and stood . . . but she licked his cock from base to tip as she did so. Makenna winced as he tightened his hand in her hair hard enough to make her scalp prickle.
“Careful, Kenna. Or don’t you want to be fucked?”
She licked her lower lip. “Do it.”
Releasing her hair, he slid his hand down to close around her breast. “Do what?” Her eyes narrowed, once again glinting with a defiance that made his cock throb. “If you want me in you, you have to tell me.” He punctuated that with a pinch to her nipple.
“You know I want you in me,” she ground out.
Ryan sucked on her earlobe and lightly tapped her ass. “Turn around and bend over. I want your head down.” Ever so slowly, she obeyed him. The graceful arch of her spine made him groan. “Good girl.” He kicked off his shoes and jeans, and shoved them aside. Splaying one hand on her back, Ryan slowly sank into her, groaning. She had the tightest pussy he’d ever fucked. It was hot and wet and rippling around him. Balls deep, he flexed his cock. “See how well I fit? That’s because you were made for me.” He thrust hard. “Only for me.”
Makenna gripped the sheets as he rode her hard, caught up in the sensations. His fingers biting into her hips. The burn of his cock, full and thick and long, stretching her pussy. His balls slapping against her ass.
She hissed at the sharp prick of his claws, but he didn’t sheathe them. “Claws,” she reprimanded. He paused and withdrew them, which made her frown. Ryan wasn’t so easily handled.
“You don’t want my claws branding you?”
It was a casual question, but something in his tone made the hairs on her nape rise. “No.”
Ryan covered her body with his, sliding his hand around to possessively cup her breasts. “Such a little liar.” Locking his teeth around the fading bite on her nape, he brutally hammered in and out of her. Because he could. Because she was his. Her pussy squeezed him tight, showing him she loved it. His pace was feral and unrelenting, and she pushed back to meet each ruthless thrust. He growled his approval.