Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Her pupils are blown wide, and when I give the tiniest of tugs, her lips part.
Slowly, I tug her to me, my lips meeting hers as we stare into one another’s eyes, and already, she’s panting, her harsh breaths fanning along my mouth and I sink my teeth into my lower lip.
Slowly, I lower my hand, keeping my finger hooked where it is and she understands, lowering until she’s on her knees before me. I let her collar go with a nod of approval and she starts to shake.
She fucking shakes and I’m not even touching her.
Cupping her jaw, I rub small circles along her skin, simply staring at the beautiful thing before me. “So fucking perfect.” I bend, pressing a small kiss to her cheek, my mouth moving to her ear. “You know what I want, so make me proud, baby.”
She sucks in a sharp breath as I release her, slowly taking backward steps and not stopping until I’m lowered onto the small sofa against the wall.
Taking my cock in my hand, I give it a good squeeze, and her eyes zero in on the tip, already leaking with proof of how badly I fucking need her.
Slowly, her eyes find mine and I drop my head back onto the cushion, keeping my gaze locked on hers. I stroke myself lazily, my tongue running along my lower lip and my hand moves a little faster when she does exactly what I intended for her to do.
She drops onto her hands and fucking knees and crawls.
Chest heaving, mouth open and eager, she heads right for me.
My eyes fall to my initial locked around her perfectly slender fuckin’ neck. It’s dead center and fucking gleaming, leading her right fucking to me. When she reaches me, her hands find my skin first and my body jerks, drawing a small twitch from her lips.
She leans in, eyeing my dick like it’s her favorite fucking flavor of ice pop, and those liquid huntress eyes flick to mine for permission. “Mine,” she rasps.
“Yours.”
She dives down, her tongue lappin’ over my fingers and the head of my dick, where she whirls it, before sucking the head into her plump-ass lips for a better taste.
Her eyes close and she moans around me, but she needs more, and when her wild eyes meet mine, I nod.
She crawls up me, digging her knees into the cushion, lining her pretty pussy over my head.
“Slide on my dick, little thief. Take what’s yours and give me what’s mine.”
She does exactly that, sucking me inside her in one slow swoop.
We moan in unison and our lips meet instantly, kissing and nipping, her hands holding my face, mine holding her ass as she slowly rocks on top of me.
It’s exactly what we need, a leisurely kind of ride, the slow fucking painful kind.
Gripping her hips, I lift one leg and tip back more so we’re half sitting, half lying and her hands fly to the back of the couch.
“It’s so deep like this,” she gasps, moaning the next second.
“Does it feel good, baby?” I urge her on, my eyes fucking glued to the sight of her above me, hair soaking fucking wet and sticking to her face. Her eyes are closed, and she switches between biting her lip and licking it, a small frown above her brow, the feeling too fucking good.
I’m a fuckin’ rod inside her, too hard to comprehend, these last few months without the feel of her wrapped around me, I’ll never go through again, but I don’t take over.
She needs this and I’m close to coming just watching and feeling the way she fucks her worries from her body, using mine how she wants, chasing the angle that best suits her right now and every little move she makes is so fucking good.
“Bastian.” She moans, blindly seeking out my lips, so I give them to her, kissing her long and hard and she cries into my mouth, her body trembling as her orgasm rolls through her. Slowly, her green eyes open, and she runs her hands through my hair, her forehead falling to mine. “More.”
“Okay, baby,” I murmur against her lips, pulling them between my own as I haul us to our feet, remaining locked inside her.
Her arms lock around my neck, burying her face in it and I carry us to the bed until we’re in the center.
Her legs fall open and when I pull back, her fingers trail the bandage, worry in her gaze.
I kiss her wrist, threading my fingers with hers, and shake my head, and when I slowly rock in and out of her, she forgets all about it.
Our bodies are pressed together, completely smashed, and still, she presses closer.
“You need more than this, Rich Girl?” I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, pull back all the way and back in, deeper this time. Her back arches off the comforter. “You need … this too?”