Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to stop,” I snarl.
“All the same.” She brushes her thumb over my bottom lip. “Now I’m going to ride your face until I come. If you’re very, very good and make me come very, very hard, once I’m satisfied, I’ll suck that fancy cock of yours.”
9
GRACE
There’s no time for thinking, no time for second guesses. Not with my need riding me so hard and Bram’s lust so thick in the air that I can taste it on my tongue. This man, this predator, might not be helpless, but he’s on his back and tied down for me. Most of the time, when my need gets too strong and my willpower too weak, I sleep with other hunters. There’s a strange comfort in the fact that they don’t bother with small talk the way normal people do. The downside is that I am keenly aware of the power balance between me and my partners. When you’re a hunter, letting your guard down means welcoming death. It means that even sex is another kind of battle.
It should feel like that with Bram. It is like that with Bram. He “rescued” me so that he could force me into his bed, but I don’t feel forced at all. I feel . . . powerful.
I move back to straddle his face and prop my hands on the floor. The way he stares at my pussy borders on devoted. He actually licks his lips. If this man knows how to lie, I’ll eat my shirt.
There’s no point in another reminder that he knows how to stop this. He’s proven he does. Any more talking is me chickening out. There’s nothing else to do but lower myself onto his mouth. I’ve always loved oral sex, but it’s a relatively rare experience for me. Both giving and receiving. There’s too much vulnerability in it, and having sex is vulnerable by nature, so I’ve rarely sought the deeper layers of it.
Bram goes after me with no hesitation. He kisses my pussy as if he’ll never get enough, devoting attention to every single inch of me. He delves his tongue inside, and my eyes threaten to roll back in my head. He’s big enough that I feel like he could swallow me whole.
It hits me all at once that I’m letting him guide this. That wasn’t the plan. “My clit. Make me come.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He stops fucking me with his tongue and shifts so that he can rub the flat of it against my clit. I curse, or gasp, or whimper. I can’t identify the sounds coming out of my mouth. It feels so fucking good to give myself over to pleasure without worrying about the rest. I have no choice, after all.
Except that’s a lie.
He’s not holding me down. He hasn’t tied me up the way I’ve tied him up. He hasn’t done more than some ham-handed coercion. If I had dug in my heels at any point, I have a feeling he would’ve folded.
It doesn’t matter. I embrace the lie because there is freedom in it. I ride his mouth, grinding down on his tongue with an abandon I never would’ve shown with a past partner. Bram seems to love it, if his growls vibrating against my clit are any indication.
I can’t stop. I am a mindless thing, devoted to my pleasure. I need to come. I think I might die if I don’t.
It crests over me, the feeling that’s been building and building, and yet the strength of it still catches me off guard. I cry out. My thighs start to shake. And then I’m collapsing on Bram’s face. Not that he seems to mind. He delves his tongue back inside me as if trying to lick up every drop of my orgasm. It sets off another, smaller, explosion, and I sob my way through that orgasm as well.
What did he do to me?
He gives me one last long lick and sits up slowly, toppling me into a boneless heap on his lap. I blink up at him, expecting arrogance or satisfaction, but there is no one at home in his pale eyes. He pants, his breath coming just as hard as mine. “More.”
I want more too. If he can do that with both hands tied behind his back, what more can he do with his entire body in play? I desperately want to know the answer. But I can’t find out tonight. It’s too dangerous. I fight to clear my throat. “Give me a few seconds to recover, and I’ll take care of you.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that, Grace.” He bends his legs, lifting my body toward him again so he can drag his tongue over the curve my breast. “I’m not done with you. Untie me. Let me touch you.”