Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
A hazel focus rested between her spread legs, upon her heaving breasts. At a woman who bit at her lip—but not in the teasing way she so loved to egg him on with. In the desperate way of a virgin out of her depth.
“Come one more time on my fingers and I’ll stop. If you don’t, I’ll make love to you again.” With a cruel smirk, he added, “From behind.”
Which she had come to learn did not mean his standard ass-in-the-air Level 15 fuck. It meant he’d keep his hand on her clit, press her belly to the mattress, straddle her clenched thighs, and sexually torture her until she saw stars.
Legs shaking and impossibly turned on, she snarled, “For the love of God, you pervert. Put that thing away! You’ve already fucked me twice this morning.”
Chuckling, he circled her clit, dragging the pad of his thumb just so to make her eyes roll back. “Unless you want three loads, I better feel you squeezing these fingers. Try to fake it and I’ll drag you into the dark, dark world of anal.”
Her hips stopped grinding, a red brow cocked. “Did you just refer to your semen as a load?”
“Three times it is then.” Roguish, evil, and eating up her sunlight, he ordered, “Up you get!”
“No! Jesus, Aaron. I’ll come. Just keep… doing what you’re doing. Or, fuck, just let me blow you. You need to stop ejaculating in me.”
Grin growing all the larger, he purred, “You don’t have a choice, remember? Let’s get a baby in there, shall we?”
“If I don’t have a choice, why did you end your statement with a question?” Which really was a valid point, not that he’d let her argue further. Not when he might flip her over and manhandle his way back inside.
Which was precisely what he did.
Stretching slippery tissue, teasing the parts of her that stole her breath and made her liquid, penetration was extended.
Slow and thorough, he rode. Holding her hands, wrist to wrist, at the small of her back. Making her feel every last inch of him while he strummed her clit.
“You were made for this cock.”
Which he could now fully fit inside her. A medical marvel, one might say.
Not that she could think straight or even answer when he did this to her.
“I love you.” He said it so often, with such certainty.
And it set her off in a spin. Pussy fluttering, bucking back against him for more, she cried out and rode the edge of climax.
Right there, all she needed was one more piercing thrust.
As if he could feel her desperation around his glans, he teased at the gate, working her up by moving too slow with his cock and too fast with his fingers.
Pinned as she was, she could do nothing but arch and squirm.
No man should have a dick that thick, but her tormentor did. “This is how you tell me you love me, Eugenia. Tell me by coming for me. By taking what I have to give. I know, for now, you can’t say it any other way.”
Which wasn’t fair, because she was spiraling out of control, wracked by a full-blown climax from little more than husky words and a sure thrust forward. Perfect penetration that hit everything inside her—that she was forced to feel thanks to the world’s most wonderful position squeezing her around a relentless invasion.
She had no choice.
Felt his cock kick, heard his throaty groans, aware he unabashedly came undone. That he wanted her to have all of him. Knowing he wanted to be inside every part of her.
Which twisted her up in beautiful knots, each one unraveling as he said something sweet. Feeling his cock pump semen, the throb, the jump, the way he pinned her in place as he gave.
As she received, aching for more. Afraid of herself and the things he could entice.
“And I’ll always love you, Eugenia.” Full weight pressing her down, pinning her as he did each time he got his way, he prevented her from rushing to the bathroom to wash his seed away.
Panting, irritated, and thoroughly fucked, she snarled, “Don’t think I don’t realize what you’re doing.”
Draped over her back, sweaty and breathless, he asked, “Are you sore?”
A little. “Just say it. Get it over with…”
“You haven’t tried to escape in a week.”
“Raiding the kitchen is not an escape attempt. Besides, if you leave the door unlocked and then can’t find me. Perhaps think it through before you come charging like a bull and rip of my panties.”
Low warning was growled at her ear. “You’re not allowed on Level 15 and you know it. Which is why I fucked you on the table when I found you.”
Which had been seen by more people than Eugenia was ever going to think about. Hell, he had drawn a crowd. His palm over her mouth, her arguments trapped. And even with all the wide-eyed scampering women fleeing the room, she came… so fast she hadn’t been prepared. And then he’d made her a sandwich.