Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
But hate isn’t what has me biting my lip to hold in a cry. I wrap my fingers around the edge of the desk and hold on for dear life while Nathan withdraws, exhaling hot breaths against my neck. Before I can assimilate the pleasure, he drives inside me again with another spine-melting thrust.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby girl. The whole time I was in Tokyo, I wanted to be inside you. You’ve ruined jacking off for me. I tried, but I couldn’t masturbate your perfect pussy out of my system. I just stayed hard, fantasizing about you.”
I bite my lip even harder, refusing to admit that I craved him while he was gone. Everything in his house reminds me of him. Not only is it full of his belongings, but every nook and cranny has his vibe. After my first night alone in his bedroom and my unsuccessful attempt to self-pleasure away my desire, I changed the sheets. But even removing his scent didn’t put a dent in my ache.
How did he rewire me to need him in a single night?
Nathan grips my hips, forcing me onto my toes with his next slow, deliberate thrust. A whimper slips free. My nails scratch the underside of his desk.
“I hate you.”
He laughs. “No. You hate that you want me. You hate that I can make you melt and beg and come. But you don’t hate me.”
Damn it, he’s right. And I also hate that he has so much more experience. Jen’s advice rings in my ears, but how am I supposed to lay Nathan right when he has me so pinned, I can’t even move? All I can do is feel his impaling cock stretching me while his wandering fingers manipulate my clit every bit as masterfully as he’s manipulated me into marrying him.
“Did you come without me? Did you put your trembling fingers in your sweet little cunt and think of me?” He slides inside me again, ramping up my ache even more. “I think you did. How did that feel? Unsatisfactory, I’ll bet.”
Damn him for being right. “None of your business.”
“Wrong. Everything about you is my business from now on, especially when you come.”
I have every intention of absolving him of that notion, but he rails me with his hard cock again while he rubs my clit with a pair of devoted fingers and his lips drift up my neck. My stinging reply dies in my throat, and the only sound that comes out is a high-pitched whine of need.
“Oh, my little bride likes it when I pet that pretty pussy and fuck her.” He nips at my ear. “Deny it all you want, but your body tells me the truth. You’re about to come.”
As much as I want to refute him, I can’t. Instead, I try to breathe through the growing tingles converging where he’s plowing me with firm, deep strokes.
“Say it. Tell me you’re mine. That your pussy is mine. That your every orgasm is mine.”
Biting my lip, I shake my head mulishly.
Nathan concentrates those devilish fingers of his on my clit, swirling his magical touch over it until my eyes roll into the back of my head and my knees threaten to buckle. He’s taking advantage of the fact I’ve never had good sex and using my body against me. I want to be mad, but I’m too close to climax to feel anything but burning need.
“Say it. Or I stop.” He freezes, then—no thrusting, no rubbing. Just his hot breaths on my neck.
Instantly, my body tightens and objects. Before I’m even aware of it, a mewl of protest slips free.
He covers my mouth with his hot palm. “Hurts, doesn’t it? Your body is primed, baby girl. You’re right there. Just another touch or two and you’ll fall into ecstasy. And I’m dying to give it to you and watch you claw my desk as you shudder under me. All I want in return is a few simple words. Say them. ‘I’m yours. My pussy is yours. My orgasms are yours.’”
I writhe under Nathan, desperate for the last bit of friction my body needs to combust. He yanks his hand from my pussy and withdraws his cock. I’m still reeling when he smacks my vulnerable backside in a pair of harsh spanks.
As I gasp and try to process the pain quickly morphing into pleasure, he surges inside me again, renewing the sharp, overwhelming ache I can’t fight.
“Say the words, or you don’t get to come.” He wraps his fist in my hair and pulls my head back until his lips whisper against my ear. “I’ll leave you aching all afternoon.”
The raspy, relentless growl in my ear tells me he’s serious. Giving in feels like ceding parts of myself I’ll never get back. But when he propels deep inside me again, holding out isn’t an option anymore.